Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 864

"We both know exactly who the snakes are. Should I call a press conference and list exactly how much blood you and my uncle have sucked out of me over the years?" Claire didn't give an inch.

Jean instantly deflated, losing her nerve, and clamped her mouth shut.

Claire swiftly finished her paperwork and strode out of the hospital.

Stepping into the sunlight, the air tasted like absolute freedom.

It was a gorgeous day.

It would have been a perfect day if she were officially divorced.

Wilbur had pulled up in a wildly flashy, custom-blue Lamborghini Aventador. It was as brilliant and eye-catching as the man himself.

Claire couldn't help but stare in awe.

Wilbur stepped out, gesturing gallantly. "Your carriage awaits, Princess."

Claire had fallen in love with sports cars during her very first movie shoot.

Unfortunately, her bank account had never allowed her to indulge the passion, so she could only admire them from afar.

This was her first time actually riding in one, and the novelty was thrilling.

"Let's go for a drive," Wilbur said, sliding into the driver's seat.

"Deal!" she agreed instantly.

As the vibrant car roared away, the tinted window of a Maybach parked discreetly across the street rolled down, revealing Felix's devastated face.

He knew she was being discharged today.

He had come to pick her up.

But when he arrived, he couldn't even summon the courage to call her.

Mr. Yates was an honest man, and he answered truthfully. "She's a wonderful person, sir. Completely down-to-earth, kind to everyone. After she joined the Quigley family, Old Mrs. Quigley smiled so much more. You remember how depressed your grandmother was after your grandfather passed. Her health was failing, and the doctors didn't think she'd make it through the winter. But Claire sat with her every day, making her laugh, keeping her company. It turned her health right around."

"The house used to be so full of life and laughter back then. Even you started coming home more often."

As the driver spoke, the memories played like a film reel in Felix's mind.

Because he had lived through them, they were piercingly real.

"Yeah," Felix agreed softly. "She used to smile all the time. But now... she doesn't smile at me anymore. She won't even come home. She'd rather live in a hotel."

Mr. Yates paused before asking softly, "What do you think happened to change her like that?"

That single question shattered the fleeting softness on Felix's face.

Mr. Yates instantly realized he had overstepped and shot a terrified glance at the rearview mirror.

In the back seat, Felix's aura had turned to ice, a tempest of agonizing regret raging in his dark eyes.