Chapter 227

Fiona gasped, the shock unmistakable. She’d always been spoiled, always used to having the spotlight. A girl like her could never stomach someone like Clara stepping into her world. Before she could think it through, her hand lifted on instinct. "You really think you're gonna win? Dream on!" Fiona yelled, voice shrill. But her slap never landed—Clara caught her wrist mid-air, grip like steel. Fiona let out a sharp cry, pain shooting up her arm. Henry’s face turned white as a sheet. He was practically shaking as he fumbled for his phone. Clara? She didn’t flinch. "Fiona, you really want to blame me for ruining your hand? For ending your piano career?" Clara asked, tone calm but icy. Fiona froze, eyes locked on Clara’s dark stare. A shiver crept up her spine. "If it's already useless, what's the point of keeping it?" Clara added with a chilling smile. And just like that, Fiona started screaming. The room echoed with her panic, loud enough to make your eardrums ache. She was terrified Cla