Claire rcer’s words caused an imdiate uproar.
The expressions on Julian rcer’s and Judith Caldwell’s faces were grim.
’Their own biological daughter, the one they’d just found, was knowingly a howrecker, and pregnant on top of that...’
If sothing like this got out, they would beco a laughingstock.
"Are you insane?" Judith Caldwell rushed in front of Claire rcer.
She pulled her aside and berated her in a low voice.
"Do you know what kind of event this is?"
"Don’t you have any sense of what you should and shouldn’t say?"
"If you had even a shred of gratitude, if you rembered for even a mont the kindness the rcer Family has shown you as our adopted daughter all these years..."
"...you wouldn’t be so aggressive toward our biological daughter."
"If the rcer Family loses face, do you think you’ll look any better?"
Claire rcer let out a soft laugh.
"So you do think that her being a howrecker, if it got out, would bring sha to the rcer Family?"
"You..."
As for Scarlett Jewel, her face, already coated in a layer of foundation, turned even paler.
She never expected Claire rcer to be crazy enough to expose her shaful secret in public.
’She could only bla herself for being too naive back then.’
’She thought that getting pregnant with Gavin Sinclair’s child ant she was one step closer to marrying into a wealthy family.’
’She hadn’t considered that if this disgraceful matter was exposed, she would be the one to lose face.’
But now that Claire had said such harsh things, she couldn’t refute any of it.
She could only resort to her usual tricks—playing the weak, pitiful victim—to shut Claire rcer up.
She took a mont to compose herself, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.
With her on-the-verge-of-tears expression, she looked truly pitiful and wronged, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
"Sister, Gavin and I are truly in love. It’s cruel of you to describe it so horribly."
"I’m just stating the facts," Claire rcer said to Scarlett Jewel.
"Why bother acting so wronged and pitiful?"
Julian rcer seed to have reached his limit with Claire rcer.
Seeing that passing guests were stopping to watch, he decided he wouldn’t let Claire rcer off easy.
So, with a dark expression, he began to denounce Claire rcer.
"Claire rcer, if we had known you were such an ungrateful wretch, we never should have brought you into the rcer Family."
"For all these years, your food, your drink, your clothes, your expenses—which of these things didn’t the rcer Family pay for?"
"Without us, you would have starved to death on the streets long ago."
"But not only are you ungrateful, you’re now being rebellious and disrespectful to us."
"Even if Scarlett did sothing wrong, as her older sister, shouldn’t you be more tolerant?"
"Even just for the sake of the kindness we’ve shown in raising you, you shouldn’t speak so viciously to your sister."
Watching them all gang up to condemn her, as if she were a heinous, unpardonable sinner...
Claire rcer found it utterly ridiculous.
Her adoptive father, her adoptive mother, her mother-in-law, her sister-in-law...
None of them wanted her to have an easy ti; they all couldn’t stand the sight of her.
’To this day, she still didn’t know what she had done so wrong.’
’How could they harbor such malice toward her?’
She heaved a deep sigh, no longer wanting to deal with the people in front of her.
’It’s pointless.’
She snatched her invitation back, wanting to enter the banquet hall.
But Cynthia Sinclair still wouldn’t let her go, stretching out her arms to block her.
"You’re still planning to use that fake invitation to go in and embarrass yourself?"
"You may have no sha, but the Sinclair Family does."
Claire rcer gave her a cool, sideways glance before lazily looking away.
"Move."
"I won’t," Cynthia Sinclair said, her expression one of self-righteous indignation.
"Don’t even think about piggybacking on our invitation to attend Mrs. Rowan’s birthday banquet."
’Why is this group of people so difficult?’
’Why do they have to keep picking on ?’
’They’re like leeches, impossible to shake off.’
Claire rcer’s patience was wearing thin.
She took out her phone and sent a ssage to Adrian Sutton.
"I’m being held up at the entrance."
Soon, Adrian Sutton appeared at the entrance to the banquet hall.
His cold gaze swept over the people blocking Claire rcer, the nacing aura radiating from him almost impossible to contain.
"What’s going on?"
He slowly walked to Claire rcer’s side and asked her.
"They insist my invitation is fake and won’t let in."
At that mont, Cynthia Sinclair recognized Adrian Sutton.
’Isn’t he that male model from the club last ti?’
’She rembered offering him money to have a drink with her, but he’d actually refused her.’
She’d held a grudge about it ever since.
"Heh," Cynthia Sinclair sneered.
"And here I thought you’d find so impressive backup."
"Turns out it’s just so male model from a club."
"You don’t actually think calling a male model here is going to change anything, do you?"
Rose Gable noticed the way Adrian Sutton looked at Claire rcer. It didn’t seem entirely innocent.
’She started to wonder if her son had been cuckolded by Claire rcer.’
’And this little bitch has been trying to get a divorce lately. Could it be because of this pretty boy in front of her?’
"Claire rcer, since when have you been ssing around with a male model?"
Claire rcer said coldly, "We are just friends. Only those with dirty minds see filth everywhere."
"Besides, your son got his mistress pregnant. What right do you have to question ?"
"You..."
Rose Gable thought that this Claire rcer had truly gone mad.
’Either that, or her body had been possessed.’
’It’s only been a few days, yet she dares to speak to with such an attitude and tone.’
’Before, she was so humble around she was practically dust at my feet.’
’She always spoke softly, and no matter how I nitpicked, she would just remain silent.’
’But look at the Claire rcer now—where was there even a trace of her forr self?’
Seeing the myriad of colors shifting on Rose Gable’s face, Claire rcer’s mood finally lifted a little.
She glanced at Scarlett Jewel.
"Your son’s mistress is standing right next to you."
Then, she stared at Scarlett’s stomach with a aningful gaze.
"Instead of fixating on , why don’t you show so concern for your grandchild?"
Rose Gable knew her son was cheating.
And that his mistress was pregnant.
But until now, she hadn’t known who the pregnant mistress was.
Now, hearing what Claire rcer said and recalling her aningful gaze...
She looked at Scarlett Jewel standing nearby and asked Claire rcer.
"What do you an?"
Cynthia Sinclair imdiately jumped in, pointing at Scarlett Jewel as she questioned Claire rcer.
"You can’t be saying that *she’s* the mistress and that she’s pregnant with my brother’s child, can you?"
"Surprising, isn’t it?" Claire rcer retorted.
Hearing this, Cynthia Sinclair shot another look at Scarlett Jewel and then rolled her eyes dramatically.
"How is it soone from the rcer Family again?"
"Why is my brother always getting tangled up with people from the rcer Family?"
"Look at her... with that fake-weak, fake-pitiful, green tea bitch act..."
Cynthia Sinclair imdiately felt disgusted with Scarlett Jewel.
’Even though she was only eighteen, she had a pretty good bitch-dar.’
’This howrecker right here is just a trashy green tea bitch.’
’She’s even more annoying than Claire rcer.’
’Howrecker, howrecker...’
’Why... why does everyone keep calling a howrecker?’
’The one who isn’t loved is the real howrecker!’
’But Gavin obviously loves **.’
Scarlett Jewel felt like she was going to go crazy from the word ’howrecker’.
’Is she going to be branded a ’howrecker’ for the rest of her life?’
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