Chapter 13
Clara stopped in her tracks, her dark eyes staring at her father in total, paralyzing shock.
"What do you mean... you already know?" Clara asked, her voice barely audible over the crackling fireplace.
Arthur turned to face her, his grey hair neatly combed, his charcoal suit looking as imposing as ever.
"I helped Richard organize the transfer six months ago," Arthur confessed with terrifying calm.
Clara felt the floor sway beneath her feet as her brain struggled to process her father's horrifying admission.
"You... you helped him steal from your own company?" Clara gasped out, clutching her belly.
"I didn't steal anything, my dear," Arthur corrected her gently, walking toward her with measured steps.
"I needed a public scandal to eliminate Ethan and his mother from our lives forever."
"Ethan was a weak, greedy boy who was never worthy of standing beside my daughter."
"So you used Richard to blackmail Ethan into hitting me?!" Clara screamed, tears overflowing her eyes.
"You let him slap me in our own living room?!"
"I didn't order him to hit you, Clara," Arthur stated coldly, touching her shoulder gently.
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"Ethan did that out of his own violent cowardice, which only proved my point."
"It gave us the perfect legal grounds to destroy him completely without hurting our family legacy."
