Chapter 111

Clara sat down slowly, tilting her pretty little face up at Lydia with a harmless-looking smile. "What's this got to do with Fraser? I just heard your precious Grant family used to run with the mob. Did a bunch of shady stuff, huh? Even if your dad tried to clean things up later, what's done is done. Charity doesn't erase dirty history. You think what's happening to your family now is because Fraser cut ties? Nope. It's karma, babe." She dragged out the word "karma" like it was some little joke, all casual and sweet-sent a chill right down Lydia's spine. But the next second Lydia shook herself-nah, she was overreacting. Just a girl with a sharp tongue, no real power. Lydia straightened up, clutching her handbag tighter. Her voice didn't waver. "Say whatever you want. The mighty fallen get kicked, I get it. I don't have time to waste on you." She turned to leave, heels clicking. But just as she passed Clara, she paused, back still to her. Her voice was soft, but every word landed sharp.