Chapter 160

She looked down at her noticeably round belly. Almost like the baby inside knew its mom was watching, it started moving happily. Small ripples rolled across her stomach. Clara couldn’t help but smile softly and reached out, gently interacting with the baby. Just then, her phone rang—it was Nathaniel Griffith. "Clara, what’s really going on?" Nathaniel didn’t beat around the bush. She didn't respond right away. But Nathaniel didn’t let it drop. "You couldn’t have done it. You've never had it in you." He was so sure, like it wasn’t even up for debate. Back in college, Clara used to avoid stepping on ants. There was no way she could hurt someone—definitely not enough to be considered a threat. Nathaniel knew that if anything, Clara was the kind of person who trusted the law, not someone who’d take justice into her own hands. "Just tell me what happened. I’ll deal with it," he said firmly. His voice, steady and clear, felt like a small stream cutting through ice—bringing warmth to a place