Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 82

Clara seemed to have laughed enough and finally stopped.

Then she looked at me triumphantly, "For someone like Lawrence, I don't even need to ask much of him. I just need to casually demand a couple of things, like how with his current status, he doesn't even qualify for a ticket to run for my husband's position. If he wants to marry me, he has to up the ante.

You know the type of person Lawrence is. If I speak to him so bluntly, he won't feel the humiliation he does when facing Kyle, because deep down, he knows his status. And I never use emotions to demand anything from him. In his eyes, I'm someone he can't fully grasp. To tie me down, he will find ways to meet my demands and strive to achieve them."

Does Clara even realize how ugly she looks with her smug behavior?

I secretly hated it, hated that Lawrence was actually so despicable.

I gave him my heart, wholeheartedly, and he didn't cherish it.

Clara treated him like a toy, and he was eager not to let go.

Of course, I also knew a realistic issue: Lawrence's ambition was big enough. He might have some genuine feelings for Clara, but more than that, he wanted to gain more.

I looked at Clara sarcastically, "You think he values you more, but that's not the case. It's because of your family's background that he wants more. Since he wants more, he has to give more.

So, what are you so proud of? If there is more wealth or greater power in the future, how can you guarantee you won't be the second me?

So, Clara, you haven't won. You're actually a pitiful person. Also, I've heard that the Simpson family has very strict family rules. Do your parents know about your shameless behavior? If I really go to hold you accountable, how will they treat you?"

"Shut up!"

Clara suddenly became very agitated.

I didn't know if it was because I shattered the dream she had woven for herself or because she was afraid I would go to her parents. Her eyes turned red, and she angrily shouted at me, her voice sharp and loud, startling the other guests, making everyone look over.

The waiter saw this and had to come forward, cautiously reminding, "Ma'am, please keep your voice down and don't disturb the other guests."

Clara looked at the waiter coldly, scaring him into a shiver.

I chuckled lightly, "Why are you throwing a tantrum at a waiter? It makes you look very ill-mannered."

Clara's emotions calmed slightly, and she withdrew her gaze.

I signaled to the waiter, waving him away.

"What right do you have to say I'm ill-mannered? The person least qualified to say that is you! You all owe me. After Kyle abandoned me, you and Chloe were the beneficiaries, enjoying the happiness and joy that should have been mine. What right do you have to stand on the moral high ground and mock me?"

Clara looked at me mockingly, her eyes filled with sorrow, mockery, and a hatred I couldn't understand.

I frowned, my pupils shrinking at the phrase "enjoying the happiness and joy that should have been mine."

A terrible suspicion arose in my mind.

But then, I shook my head frantically, denying my own suspicion.

"Impossible, what nonsense are you talking about?" I firmly retorted.

I even warned, "I genuinely want to know why you're targeting me, but if you met me just to spout nonsense and attack me with such lies, then there's no need for us to continue this conversation."

Clara sneered, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you panicking? Afraid I'll reveal that Kyle, who appears to be a loving husband and gentleman, is actually a hypocritical person who starts and abandons relationships."

"I said, impossible!" I interrupted her, unable to accept it.

What did Clara mean by this? What was her relationship with Kyle?

Was she a mistress?

Impossible!

Her life trajectory had no intersection with Kyle's. How could she be related to him?

But I couldn't think of any other reason for her to target me so much.

My head hurt, as if it was about to explode from this information. My loving father Kyle, my mother's forever gentle and good husband, how could he be the person Clara described?

"Someone like you isn't even fit to carry my father's shoes. How could he abandon you? What a joke."

I looked at her coldly, mocking her.

At that moment, even though we were sitting opposite each other, my demeanor was more like looking down at her from a high position.

As if by doing so, what I believed was absolutely correct.

"A joke? But what I'm saying is the truth. Kyle owes me, and even in death, he can't escape it. The father's debt is repaid by the child, so I came to you. It's all what you deserve." Clara's cold gaze shot at me like a knife.

"I said shut up!" I was so angry that I threw all the sugar cubes on the table at Clara. "You're unhappy, so you have delusions, can't stand to see my parents' love, can't stand to see me being loved by them. If you dare to slander my father again, don't blame me for taking action now.

After all, you're just a mistress. If you provoke me and I can't hold back, I'll just pay some money like last time. But don't forget, I still have your handwritten apology letter. If you don't learn your lesson, your punishment will only be more severe."

I finished in one breath, my eyes fixed on her, as if by doing so, I could protect Kyle's reputation and dignity.

Clara looked at me deeply, mockingly, and excitedly.

Then she took out a photo from her pocket and pushed it in front of me. "What does it matter if you don't admit it? Unfortunately, the truth is right here. If you're so confident, look at this photo and then tell me Kyle is really so innocent."

Actually, from the moment she started slandering Kyle, I should have gotten up and left, ignoring her.

But a voice inside me told me that this answer was the reasonable reason for Clara's malicious targeting of me.

So, as if driven by a ghost, I picked up the photo.

The photo wasn't as clear as those taken with high-resolution cameras nowadays. The man and woman in the photo weren't very clear.

The man was elegant, young, and handsome.

The woman had a sweet, happy smile and was young.

The man looked like a young Kyle, and the woman had a seven or eight-point resemblance to Clara, but I was sure she wasn't Clara herself.

I looked up at Clara's eyebrows.

I had never noticed before.

Now, comparing the man and woman in the photo, I saw familiar shadows in both.

If Clara had a seven or eight-point resemblance to the woman in the photo, then the remaining two or three points were like the man in the photo.