The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 126

Claire looked impatient. "Let go."

The man tightened his grip. "Doing all this just to piss me off... is it worth it?"

"Slap!"

With her free hand, Claire delivered a resounding backhand across Jefferson's face.

A bright red handprint quickly swelled on his cheek.

Taking advantage of his shock, Claire yanked her wrist free and took a step back.

"You think I'd waste my energy trying to piss off a piece of trash like you?"

Her voice was ice-cold, every word a stinging blow.

"Stop harassing me."

Jefferson stood frozen, staring at her in disbelief as he demanded, "Claire, was I not good enough to you? Who gave you the right to..."

She cut him off. "Good to me? Good to me by purposely hiding my mother's kidney matches twice? Good to me by getting married behind my back?"

"If that's your definition, Jefferson, then you were incredibly good to me."

The man's pupils trembled. "When did you find out?"

Claire had no interest in indulging him. She turned on her heel to leave.

Panic seized Jefferson, his ugly, true colors completely slipping out.

"Claire! If you walk out that door, I'll let your mother die in that hospital! If I don't give the nod, who would dare operate on her?"

She slowly turned back, giving him a cold look. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but my mother's surgery is already done."

Jefferson's body went completely rigid. "Impossible. Who would dare touch her case?!"

He scrambled for his phone, barking at his assistant to look up Susan's records and find her attending physician.

Claire smirked. She knew Jefferson too well.

That was exactly why she had Miles scrub all of Susan's records, especially the name of her lead surgeon, ahead of time.

At the very least, she couldn't let Jefferson suspect Miles just yet.

She turned and walked away, never looking back.

He was wearing a wrinkled jacket, his hair slicked against his scalp with grease, and his eye sockets deeply sunken. He clearly hadn't slept for days because of the bankruptcy.

Claire scowled. "Stop following me. I don't have any money."

"No money?" George sneered. "I heard exactly what you just said to Jefferson."

"You blew fifty million dollars just to cancel a contract, but you won't even lift a finger to save your own father. You truly are an ungrateful brat, Claire!"

Claire found it laughable. "It's my money. I'll spend it however I want."

He suddenly stepped closer, dropping his voice.

"Then why didn't you have the guts to tell Jefferson that your mother's lead surgeon was his future uncle, Miles Zimmerman?"

Claire's heart sank.

Catching the subtle shift in her expression, George grew even more confident in his theory.

"Does the Zimmerman heir know? You only hooked up with him to get back at his niece's boyfriend, your ex, Jefferson. You don't have an ounce of real feelings for him; you've just been using him this whole time."

"If he finds out, Claire, do you really think you'll still be living out your high-society dreams?"