Back at her private apartment, Clara Vance was busy unpacking. She carefully put away the belongings she had brought back from the villa, reclaiming her space.
From now on, she would never have to hear Julian claim 'this is his house' again, nor would she have to suffer his temper.
Exhausted but elated, she looked around the cozy space.
This was what happiness felt like.
After a quick shower, she changed, grabbed some fresh fruit, and headed to the hospital to visit her sister and nephew.
While she was stopped at a red light, Isabella Gates called.
Clara glanced at the screen, her expression cooling instantly. Remembering that they still had a fragile truce, she answered the phone.
"Isabella," she answered coldly.
Isabella wasted no time on pleasantries. "I heard you moved out? And you fought with Julian last night?"
Clara gripped her phone tighter.
She knew Isabella wasn't asking out of maternal concern; she wanted to know if Clara had leaked their scandalous secret.
Clara let out a dry chuckle. "Don't worry, Isabella. During this final week before I leave, I won't breathe a word. I know where the line is."
However, Julian had already seen The Departure Dossier. Whatever he decided to do now was completely out of her control.
She would face whatever came her way.
Isabella still didn't sound satisfied.
Clara cut her off. "I was set up, cyberbullied, attacked, and detained by the police for hours... After everything that has happened, I simply couldn't stay in that house a second longer. Keeping my mouth shut is the best I can offer. If you push me..."
Isabella understood the unspoken threat. She grit her teeth and compromised. "You have one last week. Do not cause any more trouble."
Clara scoffed inwardly. *I should be saying that to you.*
Her voice was ice. "I could say the exact same thing to you."
Isabella choked on a gasp of outrage and hung up.
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