Chapter 7 - The Hidden Ledger
Back at Clara's private residence in Bel-Air, her husband, David, finally returned from an emergency business trip to London.
David slammed his suitcase onto the marble foyer floor, his dark eyes bloodshot with exhaustion and fury.
"Why didn't you call me the second this happened, Clara?!" David shouted, rushing over to examine Lily's wrapped scalp.
"Because you were at a dinner hosted by Vanessa's father, David," Clara replied coldly, stepping back from his embrace.
"You were busy securing your company's venture capital funding while your sister was bleeding our child!"
David froze, his hands dropping to his sides as the weight of his own neglect hit his chest like lead.
"I didn't know, Clara... I swear to God I had no idea Vanessa was capable of this," David stammered desperately.
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Clara pulled a small leather ledger from her handbag and tossed it onto the glass coffee table between them.
"Then explain why your company account transferred fifty thousand dollars to Vanessa's photo studio last month," Clara demanded.
