Chapter 8 B*tch Slap
The scene turns to the Chandler Mansion
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Frederick and Penelope burst into Clarissa’s room Anger raced through them, but fear tugged at their guts What if she really
meantor?
The door slammed open.
Silence swallowed the room.
Frederick’s eyes dropped to the bed. The first thing that hit his eyes was Clarissa’s wrist hanging over the side
Blood ran down her arm in a slow, steady line.
“Sweetheart His voice broke as he rushed toward her.
Penelope swayed. Her legs gave out, and Selina caught her just in time.
“Mom. I told you. Clare never wanted to marry Mr. Jefferson. She’s never liked him. Selina said with wide, worried eyes. But behind them, something glittered. “But pulling this Threatening to end her life? That’s not just wild. Its unforgivable.”
Penelope didn’t say anything. She pushed Selina’s hand away and stumbled toward the bed.
She risked her life giving birth to this child. Because of one terrible mistake, Clarissa had spent over ten years growing up in the countryside. And when Penelope finally got her back, all she wanted was to give her everything she had missed. But now…. how had it come to this?
How could she do such a thing?
“Ugh.” Clarissa suddenly sat straight up like a puppet yanked by a string.
Frederick was already at the edge of the bed and nearly lost his balance. His foot slipped, and he almost fell backward,
Penelope froze on the spot Even Selina, who had just been warming up to add fuel to the fire, choked on her own words like her throat had snapped shut.
A cold wave washed over her. Her thoughts scattered. What the hell was going on?
Wasn’t Clarissa supposed to fake a suicide attempt? Then, why did she look completely fine?
“Dad: Mom” Clarissa rubbed her eyes, still groggy, and stared at them with a blank sleepy look. “Why are you guys here?”
“Sweetheart, you’re okay!”
Frederick stood frozen, his mouth hanging open. He glanced down at her wrist. There wasn’t a cut at all. Just a red thread. resting perfectly across the skim
And because–Selina had told them Clarissa slit her wrist, they both just assumed it was true.
“Why wouldn’t I be? Clarissa tilted her head, her face full of confusion. I knew I messed up and made you both sad. So, I wanted to make a Keltr knot to say sorry”
She lifted the thread from her hands. One knot was finished, and the other was still in progress.
Frederick and Penelope didn’t move. They stood like statues. The shock had come too fast, and neither of them knew what to
say
“That’s… That’s thoughtful, Frederick mumbled, his face stiff. “Well, you don’t need to finish u now Get some rest. We should… We should go now. Good to hear you’re safe.
“Okay. I will. But I think I heard someone say something about suicide? Clarissa blinked slowly “Who was talking about that?”
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Chapter 8 B*tch Slap
Frederick and Penelope went quiet as their eyes landed on Selina.
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Selina’s checks turned bright red. “Clare, you were the one who said you liked Gregory and didn’t want to marry Mr. Jefferson. You told me if they made you go through with it, you’d kill yourself. Did you forget?”
“Huh? Did I really say that?” Clarissa looked confused. “Selina, I told you I figured out Jonathan’s actually a good guy. I told you I’m more than happy to marry him. Why would you twist my words like that?
“You know how much Dad and Mom hate hearing about Gregory. Why would you say that in front of them? You’re just trying to stir things up between us.”
Clarissa’s eyes stayed wide, her face soft and innocent. “Why would you do something like that?”
