Chapter 209

Linda Walton totally lost it. Clara Walton couldn’t afford to. If she broke down now, things would spiral way too fast. Right then, Linda let out a cold laugh. "Clara," she called her name. The tone—that calm, familiar softness—felt just like before, almost loving. Clara actually froze for a second, thrown off by that fake fondness. But the very next moment, Linda’s knife went straight for her heart. Quick. Precise. Ruthless. Like she’d replayed it a hundred times in her head. Gasps rang out behind her, some people too stunned to even move. Clara tried—really tried—to stay calm. But seeing this? She screamed. The moment the blade sank deep into her chest, Linda, like she’d gone totally unhinged, stabbed herself again. No hesitation. No survival instinct. Just pure determination to end it. She collapsed instantly, but her eyes—those eyes—still burned with hatred as they locked on Clara’s. Snapping out of her shock, Clara let out a choked cry, then dashed toward her mom like she’d lost h