She turned her head to stare out the window in a daze, suddenly unaware of how she could compensate Eleanor now; she had everything from the Hollis Family and her own lover, lacking nothing.
The car finally stopped at the Ford Family’s place. Old Master Ford had a son and a daughter; the son was nad Finn Ford, her current husband, and the daughter was Felicity Ford.
Despite marrying into the Ford Family for so many years, she had never been fond of Felicity, who had significant issues in educating children. Since childhood, her daughter had been bullied by Claire.
Claire was an utterly detestable brat, but because they were family, Rachel never tore the facade. Unexpectedly, Claire faced retribution this ti.
At the mont, everyone in the Ford Family was gathered together. Old Master Ford had returned from the hospital, but his face remained unsightly.
"Sit down."
Old Master Ford coughed into his hand and slowly spoke, the radiance of the past gone from his face.
Currently, the Ford Family was mired in controversy. Even during etings, this matter was repeatedly brought up, marking the most humiliating experience for Old Master Ford in years.
"Dad, you should rest more in bed with your health being bad."
Rachel couldn’t help but say, his face really looked terrible.
Old Master Ford shook his head, clearly troubled. Having been fooled by a few young punks this ti, he was ntally burdened, and naturally, his complexion wasn’t good.
Felicity remained silent beside him, her face even paler than the old master’s. Lately, Claire had been suicidal, and Jude hadn’t returned to the Shaw Family either.
"Where’s Jude?"
Only then did Old Master Ford notice his absence and furrowed his brows.
Felicity and Nina wore expressions of embarrassnt. That son was becoming increasingly disrespectful, treating them entirely like enemies now.
"He might still be outside; he said he won’t co for dinner tonight."
Felicity casually dismissed, her hands clenched tightly under the table.
Old Master Ford began to cough, then sighed.
"How are the plans for Claire to go abroad?"
Claire must go overseas; otherwise, staying in the country would only make her a laughing stock. Everyone was condemning her now. Even though the news on Weibo had been suppressed, if she dared to step out, she would surely be pelted with rotten eggs.
"Dad, Claire really doesn’t want to go abroad."
Felicity said with hesitation, aware that Claire had caused trouble for both the Ford and Shaw Families this ti, but no matter what, she was her daughter after all.
Claire kept quiet beside her, tears falling as she bit her lip, as if enduring imnse grievances.
Old Master Ford knew it would be this way, feeling only a headache.
"Don’t want to go abroad? Stay here and let people continue laughing at you? Claire, if you go out now, people will gather around you like watching a monkey, even attacking you. Staying here, you’ll live in constant fear. Going abroad is the best choice for you."
Claire knew this was her best choice, but as soon as she thought that Eleanor had stolen the man she loved the most, she felt unwilling.
Upon hearing Hugo was divorced, she hurried back, only to leave in disgrace now, which was not her style.
"Grandpa, let stay a bit longer. Once I deal with Eleanor, then I’ll go abroad. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for her."
Upon hearing she wanted to harm Eleanor, Rachel’s gaze beca sharp instantly and couldn’t help but sarcastically speak.
"Why bla Eleanor again? Was it she who told you to kidnap people’s girlfriend? Or to send a vagrant to violate soone’s girlfriend? Claire, you really are good at shifting bla."
Rachel had always been gentle and poised in the Ford Family, and this was the first ti she fought back, leaving Claire’s face turning red and white, speechless.
Felicity couldn’t stand it anymore, patted Claire’s hand consolingly, then looked at Rachel.
"Sister-in-law, what you’re saying is wrong. No matter how wrong Claire is, she is still part of the Ford Family, a piece of as a mother, who doesn’t love their child? In the end, wasn’t Eleanor at fault for all this?"
Rachel felt these mother and daughter were extraordinarily shaless, her look becoming more mocking.
"No wonder Claire would do such things, it’s all how you taught her!"
"You!"
Felicity wanted to rebut, but saw the old master slam the table heavily.
"Enough!"
How could they still have the mind to argue at such a ti!
The group imdiately dared not speak; the old master still had substantial authority.
"Claire, stay one more month, then you must go abroad, there’s no room for negotiation."
He spoke slowly, feeling entirely blocked and losing appetite, being helped upstairs.
Once the old master left, no one had any appetite left, and they stood up one by one.
As Felicity passed by Rachel, she deliberately bumped into her.
"Sister-in-law, when did you start caring so much about Eleanor? Could she be an illegitimate child from outside?"
"Felicity!"
Finn glared at his sister, his face dark, finding her increasingly out of line.
Felicity paused, suddenly feeling aggrieved. Before her brother married, their relationship was quite good. Ever since he brought back this unknown woman, he gradually distanced himself from her.
"Hmph!"
She snorted coldly before leaving.
Finn embraced Rachel, opening the car door.
"Get in, don’t mind her."
The Ford Family pampered not just Claire, but Felicity as well.
Before getting married, Felicity was practically the princess of the Ford Family, with even the old master listening to her, entirely spoiled, and she was still so willful at this age.
Rachel got in the car, worried that Claire might really trouble Eleanor, and couldn’t help but send a ssage to remind Eleanor.
When Eleanor saw the ssage, it was already half an hour later.
Recently, Hugo sohow found a jar of ointnt, claiming it could prevent scarring, and applied it on her daily by force.
"Does this really work? It feels cool every ti you apply it."
Hugo had already lifted her clothes, scooped so ointnt with his fingers, and was applying it to her waist.
"Yes, it was recomnded by Julian, an old Chinese dicine practitioner. Julian’s wrist had scars before, and he used this to treat them."
What kind of scar would be on a wrist?
Eleanor almost imdiately thought of suicide, but would soone like Julian really attempt it?
"If there really won’t be scars, I must thank him well this ti."
She had wounds on her waist and palms, and Hugo applied the ointnt daily, though she wasn’t sure if it worked.
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