EuropeNovelChapter 128
Eden was a social butterfly with a knack for managing multiple social circles. In no time, word got around that
out of sheer jealousy, and everyone knew that Clara had pushed her own sister down the stairs, resulting in a
miscarriage.
The Bradford and Ferguson families, who were deep into wedding preparations, suddenly found themselves the
subject of scandalous whispers and laughter. Talk about a wedding crasher! No wonder they were fuming.
"Damn it!" Walter shouted, launching the cup from his hand straight at Michael's forehead.
Lately, the between Michael and Sonya had been on everyone's lips, and Ada wasn't exactly keeping
quiet about it. She was constantly crying to the Fergusons and giving Walter endless headaches. He'd been
avoiding everyone for a week, and now with the loss of Simon's first child, things were worse.
Walter's anger was palpable, his face a stormy shade of gray. "Clara's nothing but trouble. Sort her out."
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Clara had been the reason Dylan ended up in a wheelchair, and now she'd caused the death of Walter's great-
grandchild. Walter wasn't going to let it slide. No one in the entire Capital would elude Walter's reach once he set
his mind to it.
However, when his men cback, they reported that Clara had holed up in Dylan's estate at Palm Beach.
Walter treasured his youngest son, Dylan, who had been a prodigy since childhood. He had never slipped up.
Even after spending two years abroad for his recovery, he'd made a splash on Wall Street. It was as if the family
had divine favor. Dylan's a gem. He couldn't be tarnished by that trash Clara.
But Walter had his pride. As the family patriarch, it wasn't his style to personally deal with the younger
generation. So, he checked with the Bradfords and decided to follow their advice. He agreed to lock the jinx
away in an asylum. In the meantime, he sent Eden to deal with Dylan.
Eden, with her lively spirit, had a
good rapport with Dylan. She was she heard Clara had
livid when
brazenly taken refuge in Palm Beach Everyone knew Dylan's accident two years ago washer fault.
Back then, Clara had just graduated, and for smysterious reason, Dylan had shown up at her ceremony. She
hitched a ride with Dylan and they got into an accident, leaving Clara unscathed while Dylan ended up in a
wheelchair. How could she be so shameless?
Fuming, Eden made her way to Palm Beach. It was early; Dylan was already off
to work, and Clara was sticking to the shadows.
When the doorbell went, Clara answered, only to be met by an angry Eden ready to strike.
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Clara caught the girl's hand. "Who are you?"
"Clara! Get out of Palm Beach! Who let you in here? Get lost!"
Clara thought Eden had a thing for Dylan, so she released her grip on Eden's hand, furrowing her brow as she
tried to play it cool. "I'm here to help Mr. Dylan recover."
Eden was floored. She had never met anyone so brazen. Shaking with anger, she lunged at Clara, who was
caught off guard and went down.
Eden grabbed a vase, aiming it right at Clara's face. Clara hadn't expected such ferocity and tried to block, but
the vase shattered, cutting her hand with sharp shards.
Panting heavily, Eden glared with
fiery eyes. "lI won't let you near Dylan again. You owe it to Quinn's unborn baby Clara, | can kill you, and the
Fergusons will backup."
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