Chapter 162

She got up, ready to walk away. But Ethan was faster—his hand locked tightly around Clara’s wrist. She looked at the grip calmly, then lifted her eyes and, out of nowhere, shot him a smile. This time, she beat him to the punch. “Ethan, what if I told you Fiona faked the whole thing?” She tossed the question at him, half like a challenge, half like she was tired of playing nice. Even she froze a bit after saying it. Was she seriously hoping he’d believe her? The thought almost made her laugh. She really must be losing it. But in the next second, that flicker of emotion on Clara’s face vanished. Composure returned like a switch flipped. She started to slowly pull her hand back from Ethan’s grip. But he clamped down harder. It was the kind of force that made her feel like he’d snap her wrist without blinking. It hurt—bad. But not a single word of pain came out of her. Her eyes didn’t even waver. “Clara, the evidence is right there. How much longer are you gonna keep lying?” Ethan’s tone w