Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 648

Claire felt a tug and glanced back at Scarlett just as the clothing rack began to tip over. Without thinking, she shot her hands out bare and caught it before it could fall.

The full weight of the display crashed down onto Claire's forearm, and she quickly braced her body against it to keep it from toppling completely.

By the time Scarlett realized what was happening, blood was already dripping from Claire's arm. The gash was deep, and crimson streaked across the floor.

"Claire, are you all right?"

Scarlett's voice was thick with worry as she tried to help push the rack back, but her legs—still healing—wouldn't support her. Straining from her wheelchair, she couldn't get a proper grip.

Panic tightened her chest. "Vincent—someone, help!"

Vincent and the two women with him had noticed the commotion, but none of them moved. They just stood there, watching coldly, as if it were some street performance.

Finally, a sales associate hurried over and heaved the rack upright.

Once it was stable, Scarlett let out a shaky breath. But seeing Claire's arm still bleeding freely, she rushed to say, "Claire, we need to get you to the hosp—"

Before she could finish, the saleswoman cut her off sharply. "You knocked over the rack and damaged the merchandise. You're going to have to pay for this."

Scarlett's eyes flashed with anger. "Your setup is completely unsafe—you just injured a customer! You should be covering her medical bills, not charging us."

The saleswoman looked at Scarlett as if she'd lost her mind. "We should pay? Do you have any idea what these pieces are worth?"

"How much?"

"Each garment runs several thousand dollars. This whole rack? Easily over half a million. I'm not trying to scam you—just pay fifty grand and we'll call it even."

Scarlett didn't blink. "No."

Claire was cupping her injured arm with her other hand, staring blankly as blood trickled down her skin. She seemed dazed, out of it.

When Scarlett refused, the saleswoman crossed her arms, tone turning haughty. "Then I'm afraid you're not leaving."

Scarlett had heard enough. She pulled out her phone to call the police.

But in a quick motion, the saleswoman snatched it right out of her grasp.

"Give that back!" Scarlett demanded, arm outstretched.

The woman held the phone just out of reach, chin lifted. "Pay up first. Then you'll get your phone back."

Scarlett was speechless for a moment. "You've got to be kidding..."

Though still reeling, Claire caught enough of the exchange to flare up.

Without hesitation, she swung her bloody arm and slapped the saleswoman hard across the cheek. "What is this—retail or a shakedown? Whose little errand girl are you, anyway?"

Her words carried a clear double meaning, and Scarlett picked up on it immediately.

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