Chapter 164

"Ethan, you're not gonna hit me? Or would that make Fiona feel better?" Clara’s voice was icy and calm. Ethan’s hand froze mid-air, then clenched into a fist as he abruptly turned away, clearly ready to leave. Clara didn’t move, just leaned back, trying to catch her breath. Was she finally letting go of all the suppressed tension, or was it something else? But her face was pale—painfully so. That kind of pain, no way she could fake it. “Stop trying to provoke me. I don’t want to see you pull this crap again,” Ethan warned, his tone sharp. Clara stayed silent. There was no fight left in her—just numb indifference. “If anything happens to Fiona, you’re not walking away clean either.” Each word dropped from Ethan’s mouth like a warning bell. He let go of Clara then, and she slumped, her body finally giving in. But in that exact moment, she felt it—something wet, something sticky. Her face went even whiter. Her instincts screamed—something wasn’t right. She’d been spotting on and off these