Claire Shaw learned from Patrick Rhodes that Caleb Lockwood’s grandfather had a sudden heart attack and was hospitalized.
Caleb Lockwood hadn’t reached out to her actively.
This was sothing she could understand.
Because Lance Lockwood had never liked her; it was appropriate not to tell her, and it aligned with Caleb Lockwood’s usual way of handling things.
"Caleb, I know you’re considering my feelings, but since Patrick told about this, I can’t pretend I don’t know..."
Claire Shaw stood in front of Caleb Lockwood’s desk and handed a bag to him.
"I know Grandpa doesn’t want to see , but I still want to do sothing for him... This is not anything valuable; I hope you can pass it on to Grandpa for ."
Caleb Lockwood took the bag from Claire Shaw’s hand.
The bag was made of paper, looking quite high-end, but it didn’t have any specific logo.
Caleb Lockwood directly opened the paper bag and took out its contents.
Over the years, Claire Shaw had always wanted to earn Lance Lockwood’s approval.
But the more she tried to please Lance Lockwood, the less he liked her.
Caleb Lockwood thought that if Claire Shaw’s gift was so pricey luxury item this ti, he would return it.
Because Lance Lockwood wouldn’t accept it, nor would he like it.
Looking at the warm and thick scarf in his hand, Caleb Lockwood’s deeply buried mories were awakened.
"Is this... your own hand-knitted piece?"
Hearing Caleb Lockwood ask her this, Claire Shaw shyly smiled and nodded.
"Hmm..."
She knew Caleb Lockwood would definitely rember.
Back in high school, she had learned to knit scarves for Caleb Lockwood, and the first scarf she ever knitted by hand was given to him.
In fact, that scarf wasn’t knitted well; from the choice of yarn to the technique, it was a complete ss.
Yet, Caleb Lockwood liked it very much.
The entire winter, Caleb Lockwood never changed scarves; it was always the one she gave him.
Claire Shaw was deeply moved at the ti.
Originally, she had hoped to touch Caleb Lockwood by gifting him a hand-knitted scarf, but the outco turned out to be quite the opposite.
Years later, she sent another hand-knitted scarf, ostensibly for Lance Lockwood, but Claire Shaw was really aiming to awaken Caleb Lockwood’s mories.
To revive his love for her back then.
"I wonder if I’ve gotten any better at it..."
Claire Shaw lowered her head in embarrassnt.
"A lot better... Much better than the one you gave in high school."
Caleb Lockwood spoke honestly.
Claire Shaw’s eyes imdiately lit up.
She intentionally pretended to be surprised.
"Really?" Claire Shaw blinked her watery eyes, looking at Caleb Lockwood with surprise.
"Well... the scarf I gave you back then... do you still have it?"
Claire Shaw asked hesitantly.
Caleb Lockwood was silent for longer than Claire Shaw expected.
Finally, she heard Caleb Lockwood utter "Hmm."
Claire Shaw blushed, shyly comnting, "Why keep such a cheap and childish thing!"
"Anything you gave , I never threw away."
Caleb Lockwood said this casually.
In her heart, Claire Shaw was overjoyed.
Her plan to use the scarf to evoke Caleb Lockwood’s mories and emotions seed to be working.
But just as Claire Shaw was brimming with secret delight, she heard Caleb Lockwood quietly add:
"Anything Ellie gave , I couldn’t bear to throw away."
Her smiling lips instantly stiffened, and Claire Shaw desperately tried to control her facial expressions, suppressing her inner dissatisfaction, guilt, and unease.
She was Ellie—
This was the one thing Caleb Lockwood absolutely couldn’t discover.
In the afternoon, Caleb Lockwood took Claire Shaw out to have lunch at a classy restaurant, which was spotted by employees of The Lockwood Group.
In the past, Claire Shaw loved to be seen with Caleb Lockwood; the more publicly they were together, the more she desired it.
But now, even though she appeared just as intimately connected with Caleb Lockwood as before, others’ gaze could no longer fill her with pride and smugness.
Nowadays, everyone knew Caleb Lockwood was married.
His wife wasn’t her.
No matter how much she resembled Caleb Lockwood’s other half, only Serena Jennings had the recognition as Caleb Lockwood’s wife by The Lockwood Group.
Thus, the more she appeared by Caleb Lockwood’s side, the more she reinforced the notion of being the other woman.
Yet Claire Shaw also didn’t want to refuse having lunch with Caleb Lockwood.
"What’s wrong?"
Caleb Lockwood spoke proactively.
Claire Shaw smiled, saying nothing.
If it was before the drugging incident, she would have definitely seized the opportunity to complain to Caleb Lockwood, asking him indirectly when he would divorce Serena Jennings.
But after the drugging, even if Caleb Lockwood dispelled his doubts about her, she could still feel that his attention wasn’t as before.
Claire Shaw did sowhat understand Caleb Lockwood.
If she lanted her situation now, questioning when he would divorce Serena Jennings to give her the rightful place, it would only annoy Caleb Lockwood, pushing him further away.
After lunch, Caleb Lockwood returned to the office because there were still tasks to attend to.
Claire Shaw drove back to her studio, and once the car got far from The Lockwood Group, she slowly pulled over.
Claire Shaw was making a call.
"How’s the matter I asked you to handle before?"
"It’s being prepared step by step..."
The voice on the receiver was joker’s.
Hearing joker speak so casually, Claire Shaw’s expression turned icy cold.
"Caleb is not as attentive to as before, if you still want shares of The Lockwood Group, you have to help wholeheartedly; this ti it’s an excellent opportunity, once successful, Caleb will be devotedly loyal to , and Serena... "
The cruelty in Claire Shaw’s eyes was like a cold blade.
"I want to make her disappear forever!"
Claire Shaw spoke with gritted teeth and fury.
On the other end of the call, joker couldn’t help but chuckle.
"What’s so funny?"
Claire Shaw was displeased.
"Nothing, just thinking how you’re clearly Caleb Lockwood’s first love and best mory, yet without my help, you can’t even contend with a plain housewife, quite ironic."
Joker’s voice and tone always had a childish naivety whenever heard.
Just like joker’s face makes it hard to guess the real age.
However, Claire Shaw knew very well that these were all illusions.
She had witnessed joker’s cruelty first-hand back in ridia.
"Why are you silent? Hit a sore spot?"
Claire Shaw was silent again.
The receiver was quiet for a mont, then joker’s voice ca through again.
"Alright, I should be joining Celestid next week, wait for my good news then."
Joker hung up the phone, and Claire Shaw took a deep breath.
At least joker’s last sentence was like giving her a reassurance of success.
Recently, Serena Jennings had been working efficiently in Lance Lockwood’s care room, and the jewelry set designed for Cynthia Fulton’s wedding was about to be completed.
These days, Caleb Lockwood had been out of character, not visiting the hospital.
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