Chapter 17

Clara’s voice was icy, sharp with intent. “And Fiona—if you can’t get rid of me, I’ll drag your reputation through the mud. You owe me that much.” The words struck deep. Fiona had never seen Clara like this—ruthless, unyielding, as though she’d burn the world without a second thought. Even a ghost would hesitate to cross her. And Fiona? She was no exception. Yet suddenly, she let out a soft, cold laugh, her eyes locking with Clara’s. Clara’s brows twitched slightly. Something felt off, but her expression remained unreadable. “Is that a threat, Clara?” Fiona’s voice was laced with sarcasm. Clara didn’t respond. She stood tall, refusing to yield. Maybe she’d pushed herself too hard earlier, but now a dull ache had begun to bloom low in her abdomen. It wasn’t severe—just enough to unsettle her. Still, she wouldn’t show weakness in front of Fiona. She needed to see what Fiona would do next. “You think just because you’re Mrs. Blackwood, your position is secure?” Fiona’s eyes narrowed, veno