She leaned against the wall, slowly moved to the sofa, and sat down, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the inside of her collar. There, sewn, was a miniature voice recorder containing the venomous conversation between Liam and Vanessa in the master bedroom the previous night.
With her eyes closed, her fingertips traced the cold pen repeatedly, and the flames of revenge in her heart burned ever brighter.
Just then, my phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.
It was a call from a lawyer.
Clara fumbled for the answer button. The lawyer's solemn voice, like a block of ice, pierced her ears: "Ms. Clara, I've found the key information in the materials you need for your appeal—Noah is Vanessa's illegitimate son, and Liam's name is clearly listed in the legal guardian registration section."
Clara's breath hitched.
Before she could even process the news, the lawyer's next words plunged her into an icy abyss: "And I found out that Liam and Vanessa registered their marriage seven years ago, the same year you and he started dating."
boom--
It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her mind.