Claire Truman wore a white dress today, her figure stunningly beautiful, looking extrely elegant and eye-catching.
anwhile, Ronan Keating sat beside her, occasionally serving her food. Claire looked at Ronan, a hint of shyness appearing on her delicate face.
The two of them seed to be deeply in love.
"You see, my dad really likes Claire, and my brother and Claire’s relationship is very harmonious.
You think my brother really likes you? He just wants to take revenge on you, for you hired soone to hit my mom!"
The sudden heartache swept through her entire body, Yvette Ray felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar.
The scars that had once healed seed to have been reopened, with blood dripping all over.
She had always known the gap between herself and Ronan. She was just a woman from a regular family in Aethelgard, while Ronan belonged to The Keating Family.
The difference between them was so imnse.
Claire was the one truly suitable for him, a woman of equal social standing.
Giselle Keating’s voice continued to echo in her ears.
"Claire is the daughter of The Truman Family, a truly noble lady. You have been dating for so long; has my brother ever brought you to et my dad?"
Yvette Ray clenched her fist.
No, Ronan had never brought her to et his parents.
She t his mother only after seeking her out herself, the first ti she saw Mrs. Keating.
And the first ti she t Mrs. Keating, Mrs. Keating told her to leave Ronan.
Yvette Ray initially thought she had closed off her heart, and felt calm inside, as if she had forgotten everything.
But today, Giselle made her rember everything again, her heart began to ache, and she now found the scene before her eyes very glaring.
She didn’t want to look anymore and really wanted to leave this place.
Yvette Ray realized that there was no possibility for her and Ronan in the future. Reality hit her hard, letting her understand the gap in social class.
But Yvette Ray was a proud girl; she still wanted to maintain her dignity.
She turned and returned to Ronan’s apartnt.
Giselle followed her, "Did you see that? Knowing all this, do you still plan not to leave my brother?"
Yvette Ray smiled, "Thank you for your concern, but whether I leave or not is none of your business."
"You! Yvette Ray, you are so shaless, clinging onto my brother!"
Yvette walked faster, seemingly wanting to escape the curse provoked by Giselle’s words.
Giselle did not chase after her again; she watched Yvette’s back and let out a heavy cold snort.
She wanted to tell Claire, and it would be best if her dad knew too, so they could drive away this shaless woman, Yvette Ray.
Yvette Ray returned to the villa and locked herself inside a room.
Not long after, she heard a heavy knocking at the door.
"Manman, I don’t want to eat," she responded weakly.
But the knocking outside the door did not stop.
Yvette thought for a mont and still went forward to open the door. Just as the door was opened, a slap caught her off guard, harshly landing on her face.
Outside the door was Claire.
Evil glead in Claire’s eyes, she looked at Yvette with eyes wishing to tear her to pieces.
"Yvette Ray, you’re so shaless, why are you still clinging to Ronan?"
Claire reached out her hand to drag Yvette out.
"Leave imdiately."
Yvette wanted to struggle, but her vision kept turning black; her low blood sugar was acting up again, coupled with the earlier provocation, her body was now very weak.
The two tangled as they walked downstairs.
At this mont, there was a commotion at the door as Ronan and Tristan arrived together.
Evil flashed across Claire’s eyes.
Suddenly she scread and the two of them rolled down the stairs together.
Yvette was heavily pressed by Claire, hurting all over, her vision blurry, her stomach also throbbed painfully, seeming to have warm liquid seeping out.
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