Chapter 209

Clara kicked hard, a loud snap echoing as Carl Smith's left leg broke cleanly. "Ahhh! My leg! My leg!!" Carl howled, rolling on the floor, clutching his shattered limb. His face was drenched in sweat, pale from the pain. Even Ethan was shaken. How much force had Clara used to just snap a leg like that? "You're done. Even if they rush you to the ER, that leg's not getting fixed," Clara said calmly, like she was talking about the weather. Carl looked at her like she'd just stepped out of hell itself. So ruthless. "Alright, Mr. Miller, thanks for the hospitality. I've got what I came for," Clara said, turning to Ethan. Ethan didn't even dare breathe loudly. He'd never met a woman as terrifying as her. Actually, scratch that—was she even human? She was more like some avenging demon. Who else could break someone's leg and not even blink? Clara glanced at Carl one last time before walking off. "One more thing for you to remember—when you beat a dog, you better know whose it is." With that, s