I fumbled to remove the needle and returned to my and Liam's house. I was going to ask him why and prepare to file a new lawsuit.
Following the route from memory, she carefully made her way into the living room, supporting herself against the wall, without making a sound.
I heard suggestive sounds coming from the direction of the master bedroom.
It was Liam , and Vanessa, a girl he and his parents adopted and sponsored .
My blood froze instantly, and my fingers, gripping the wall, turned bluish-white from the force.
Then a conversation reached my ears. The voices were not loud, but every word was clear, like poisoned icicles piercing my heart.
Vanessa's voice was sweet and coquettish, tinged with undisguised smugness: "Liam, when are you going to confront Clara? It's been seven years, I've been waiting so long. That blind woman, now that she can't see, won't she cause trouble?"