The bodyguard didn’t dare delay and stepped on the gas, heading straight for the hospital.
Clara sat in the back the whole time, not saying a word, her gaze fixed ahead.
A car accident?
Ethan actually got into a car accident?
She just had a gut feeling—this had something to do with Fiona.
When the car finally stopped in front of Aurelux Hospital, Clara didn’t get out right away.
Instead, she quietly made a call to Nathaniel Griffith.
Since Ethan was at Aurelux, Nathaniel would obviously know what happened.
The call connected fast.
Nathaniel’s voice came through first: “Where are you?”
“Hospital parking lot,” Clara replied flatly.
“Wait there,” he said, short and to the point.
Clara didn’t argue.
“Alright.”
Then Nathaniel ended the call.
The bodyguard noticed Clara wasn’t getting out but didn’t push her.
He just kept standing nearby, quiet and respectful.
When Clara saw Nathaniel walking over, she finally opened the car door and stepped out without any hesitation, not caring if the bodyguard saw or not.
The bodyguard kept silent and stepped aside to make space, not even thinking of stopping Nathaniel.
Nathaniel walked over in a few quick steps, stopping right in front of Clara.
“It was a crash,” he said straight-up.
“Got into it with some woman in the car, lost control, hit the roundabout.”
Then he gave a low chuckle.
“Honestly, he’s lucky that car’s built solid.
If it wasn’t, we’d be picking up the pieces by now.”
Oh.
Clara gave a small nod.
So it really was Fiona he crashed over.
Wow.
That’s…
touching.
Really.
But she didn’t show anything on her face—just a calm, almost indifferent look.
Suddenly, she didn’t really feel like going in anymore.
“That woman’s fine, just a bit shaken.
Ethan protected her.
He’s in surgery now,” Nathaniel added.
Clara gave a faint smile.
“I think I’ll pass.”
What would she even go in for?
To be pitied?
Just thinking about it annoyed her.
She turned back toward the car, already heading that way.
Nathaniel raised a brow, genuinely surprised she was just gonna leave.
“Honestly?
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He’s Ethan Blackwood—not exactly fragile.
You being here or not won’t change a thing,” he said bluntly.
Clara gave a soft “Mhm,” not even looking his way, already at the car.
“Let’s go,” she said to the bodyguard, almost casually.
The bodyguard hesitated.
“…Mrs.
Blackwood, with Mr.
Blackwood’s accident, is it really okay to just go back?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Clara turned to him.
She looked gentle, easy to talk to—even fragile.
But the second she looked him straight in the eye, the chill in her gaze made his skin crawl.
He immediately shook his head and opened the car door for her.
Just as she was about to get in, Clara’s phone rang.
She glanced at the screen.
Unsurprisingly, it was Lucy Hampton calling.
She answered calmly, like nothing had happened.
“Miss Hampton.”
Her voice was composed, steady, like this was all routine.
“Mrs.
Blackwood, Mr.
Blackwood’s had a car accident.
We haven’t told Mr.
Arthur about it.
Would you mind coming in to sign the surgery consent form?” Lucy’s voice was rushed and tense.
Arthur Blackwood was old.
Of course, stuff like this had to be kept quiet if possible.
Clara understood.If Arthur Blackwood couldn’t make it, then Clara Walton, as Mrs.
Blackwood, really had to step up.
At the very least, someone had to sign off on the surgery.
Otherwise, who’d take the fall if something went wrong?
That thought made Clara go quiet for a second before she spoke in a calm, business-like tone, “Ms.
Hampton, I’m at the hospital entrance.”
Lucy Hampton was momentarily stunned.
“I’ll be right down to meet you.”
Clara gave a soft response, just as the call ended.
Nathaniel Griffith stayed silent, leaning against the wall nearby.
But his eyes were locked on Clara.
She noticed, but didn’t look away.
…
When Lucy came out, what she saw was the two of them quietly staring at each other.
It was a little awkward, but she quickly cleared her throat and walked toward Clara.
“Mrs.
Blackwood, let me take you inside.”
Clara nodded slightly.
“Thanks.”
Her tone was cool and distant.
As she passed Nathaniel, she gave a polite nod and followed Lucy into the hospital building.
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow as he watched her go.
Then, without a word, he straightened up and followed behind.
…
With Lucy leading the way, Clara soon arrived at the operating room—
There were bloodstains on her clothes, and she looked a complete wreck.
Like she’d just barely gotten out of some horrible scare; she couldn’t stop trembling.
But the second she saw Clara, it was like someone lit a fuse.
She suddenly charged toward Clara, face full of rage.
Clara frowned, caught off guard.
Fiona’s hand was already swinging straight toward her face.
Gasps echoed around them.
Clara took the hit.
It came so fast and so hard that Clara nearly lost her balance.
The room seemed to freeze.
“Clara Walton!
Why do you keep clinging to Ethan?
You really think just because you’re pregnant, he’ll stick by you?
You even had the nerve to push him to leave me!”
Fiona was breaking down.
Everything she said was a direct accusation.
“If it weren’t for you, Ethan and I wouldn’t have fought!
He wouldn’t have gotten into that crash today!
It’s your fault!
You’re nothing but bad luck!”
She dumped all the blame on Clara like it was nothing.
Clara’s expression slowly turned ice-cold.
As if she didn’t already know who Fiona really was.
Fake as ever.
She played the same act at the Barrington house.
Now again here.
People nearby saw Fiona lose it and quickly stepped in to pull her back.
If she got hurt, Ethan would definitely make them pay.
But no one expected Clara to walk up to Fiona on her own.
Faster than anyone could react, Clara slapped her clean across the face.
Hard.
Fiona was stunned.
The force of the hit left five clear red marks on her pale cheek—and even drew blood.
It looked nasty.
Fiona stumbled sideways from the impact.
Everyone around froze.
But Clara acted like nothing happened.
She turned, found a nurse, and without missing a beat, signed the surgical consent.
The nurse didn’t even dare blink, hurrying off toward the OR like the hallway might explode any second.
Fiona could only glare at Clara with growing hatred as she watched her sign that paper.
Ethan was the one who got hurt—but the only person with the legal right to sign was a member of the Blackwood family.
Not her.