Want My Womb? I'll Make You Childless novel Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

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Clara vaguely remembered the times before she and her mother had left the Bennett family, when Victor was the only one who would keep her company because of his work.

No matter how busy he was, he always made time to pick her up from school, coax her to sleep, and even after her mother took her back to Chicago, Victor would often call her, promising that once he grew up and inherited the Bennett family, he would bring her and her mother

back to Boston.

But all that warmth ended at her mother’s funeral.

When she saw Victor, she was at her most helpless. She ran towards him, wanting to throw herself into his arms and cry, but instead, he slapped her hard across the face, his eyes red with fury.

“It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t insisted on going out with Mom and then cried and screamed in the car, she wouldn’t have been distracted and crashed into that truck!”

Clara held her swollen cheek, trembling as she cried, unable to understand why Victor would say such a thing.

She knew her mother was on her way to see her father, that this might be their last chance to reconcile.

So she had sat quietly in the back seat, imagining what it would be like to live with her brother and father, not making a single sound.

But Victor didn’t give her a chance to explain. After lighting incense for their mother, he left without even looking at her.

From that day on, she never saw her brother again, nor did she have any contact with the Bennett family.

Right now, though, Clara couldn’t dwell on why he’d sent her that message. She hurried forward, helped Lila up, and stared at the blood trickling down her forehead, a heavy ache in her chest.

“Lila, where else are you

hurt?”

When Lila shook her head, Clara snapped orders at the dazed maid to fetch the first-aid kit, then glared at Lucas.

Lucas hadn’t expected Lila to be hurt so badly. Clara’s glare made him feel wronged, and he burst into tears.

“What’s all this?”

Margaret and Patricia rushed in at the sound of the commotion. Seeing Lucas crying, Margaret immediately scooped him up, cradling him protectively.”Luke, don’t cry. Tell Grandma what happened?”

Hiding in Margaret’s arms, Lucas sobbed, gasping for air. He pointed at Lila. “Mommy… Mommy glared at me and teamed up with her to bully

me.”

Margaret’s face darkened. She looked at the two of them, kneeling on the ground, completely ignoring the blood on Lila’s forehead.

“Clara, Lucas is your own son. How can you gang up with this little wild child to bully him?”

Clara was furious and about to retort when Emma spoke up, “Mrs. Carter, please don’t be angry. It’s just children playing; it was an accident. Clara is just anxious.”

“This wasn’t playing; he did it on purpose.”

Clara ignored Emma, turning to Margaret.”Mom, Luke isn’t a baby anymore. You can’t spoil him like this.”

“I spoil him?”

Margaret’s voice rose.”He hadn’t even been weaned when he was sent to the Old Estate. I’ve raised him with so much care, and now you’re saying I spoil him?”

“Clara, you, as his mother, ignore him completely, and now you have the nerve to blame me.”

Clara watched as a maid brought the first-aid kit and began to treat Lila’s wound.

“Mom, Luke pushed Lila on purpose. He’s so young, yet he has such thoughts. What will he be like when he grows up?”

“She must have provoked Luke first. What does Luke know at his age?

Margaret didn’t believe it..

“We have guests!”

James Carter walked out, supported by Ethan.”What’s all the commotion?”

The maid was wiping Lila’s wound, and she flinched in pain but didn’t cry, biting her lip and looking at James with a wronged expression.

James frowned at the little girl’s forehead wound.”What happened here?”

The maid didn’t dare to hide anything and said quietly, “Miss Walker was sitting on the swing, and the young master pushed her from behind,

and she fell off.”

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“Lila.”

Ryan Walker, who was following behind James Carter, quickly stepped forward and crouched down next to Lila Walker. He scanned her body, and after confirming that she had no other injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing the maid’s words, Margaret Carter’s face instantly turned unpleasant. She realized she had wrongly accused Clara Bennett and was afraid that James Carter would be angry with Lucas Carter.

She quickly said, “Dad, Luke is still young and doesn’t know his own strength…”

James Carter grunted and looked at Ethan Carter, signaling him to discipline his own son.

Ethan Carter’s expression was stern as he said in a deep voice, “Luke, apologize.”

Lucas Carter clearly didn’t want to and shrank back into Margaret Carter’s arms.

Margaret Carter shielded Lucas Carter, “Ethan, it’s okay.”

Clara Bennett watched as the maid finished treating Lila Walker’s wound, her expression also turned cold, and her tone became a bit more forceful:”Luke is already six years old and can tell right from wrong. If he hurts someone, he should apologize.”

Lucas Carter looked at Clara Bennett in disbelief.

He couldn’t understand why his mother, who had always doted on him, was taking someone else’s side.

Robert knew that Lila Walker was Ryan Walker’s daughter. She had just returned to the Carter family, and the old man was doting on her. He also saw how protective Clara was of her.

Knowing that he would have to rely on Clara if he wanted to ease the relationship between the Anderson family and the Carter family, he added, “Luke was indeed in the wrong about this.”

Lucas’s eyes widened, staring at his great-uncle, who usually thought everything he said was right. He couldn’t understand why he would say

Lucas was wrong.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it. It was that brat Lila Walker who had taken his swing. All he did was push her away. How was that his fault?!

It was all Mom’s fault for protecting that brat. That’s why everyone was blaming him!

“Lucas, apologize to Lila!”

Clara stepped forward and brought Lucas in front of Lila Walker.

If Lucas didn’t recognize his mistake today-hurting someone over such a small matter-who knew what kind of trouble he might cause in the future.

“No! She was the one who stole my swing! I didn’t do anything wrong, so why does everyone want me to apologize!”

Lucas stormed out of Margaret’s arms, retreated to the swing, and glared defiantly at Clara, his eyes filled with resentment.

“You’re all horrible, only caring about that brat. Especially you, why do I have to have a mom like you!”

Watching Clara get closer, the resentment inside Lucas exploded. With all his might, he grabbed the swing set and hurled it at her.

“Bang!*

A deafening crash erupted.

Before Clara could react, the swing, once secured to the tree, suddenly broke free. The heavy wooden frame swung with dangerous force, hurtling directly toward her.

The wind rushed past, carrying a sense of impending doom. She could even make out the chipped paint on the swing’s seat.

“Mrs. Bennett!”

“Clara!”

“Clara!”

“Watch out!”

Instinctively, Clara raised her arms to shield herself, closing her eyes.

In the next instant, a tall figure lunged in front of her, knocking her aside.

Clara landed hard on the ground. Before the pain could register, she heard a dull thud, followed by Ryan Walker’s pained groan.

“Ah!”

Gasps of horror rippled through the crowd.

Clara pushed herself up, her heart still pounding wildly.

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Clara glanced at Ryan, his brow furrowed, his right hand pressed against his lower back, blood seeping between his fingers, creating a dark

stain.

“Are you okay?”

Clara reached out to help him, but when her fingertips brushed his arm, she noticed her own wrist was scraped, tiny beads of blood slowly emerging.

Ryan, however, noticed her injury first. Ignoring his own pain, he took her wrist to examine it, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety and regret, “I’m sorry, you still got hurt.”

His palm was warm as it covered her wrist, and Clara’s heart skipped a beat.

It was the first time since her mother’s death that someone had unhesitatingly shielded her.

Ethan, who had been standing beside James, watched Lucas grab the swing. His pupils contracted sharply, and he rushed forward.

But he was a step too late, one step behind Ryan.

Ethan watched, his fists clenching, as Ryan held Clara’s wrist, their bodies mere inches apart.

The way Ryan looked at Clara’s injury, with such evident concern, and the faint blush creeping up her neck, sent a chill through Ethan, freezing him to the core.

Standing a few feet away, Ethan’s jawline was tight, his dark eyes were shadowed, and filled with unreadable emotions.

As for Lucas, the cause of it all, he panicked at the sight of Ryan’s bloodied back, stumbled backward, and ran off.

“Lucas!”

Margaret called after him, fearing another incident, and quickly ordered a servant to follow him.

“Let him go!”

James Carter was visibly enraged, “What kind of son attacks his own mother?”

Ignoring the servants calling after him, Lucas ran back into the house, up the stairs, and into Clara and Ethan’s room. He grabbed the photo from the dresser, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

Watching Clara’s smiling face in the photo get smeared with dirt, the resentment in his heart eased a little.

You want to protect that dead girl, huh?

can’t

Then you’re not my mom anymore. If I do anything in the future, you say I break your heart!

You asked for it!

In the yard.

Perhaps realizing how intimate the moment was with Ryan, Clara pulled her hand from his and looked at the wound on his lower back.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“It’s nothing.”

Mason stood up, which tugged at his wound, making him wince.

Clara reached out to support him.”It’s a serious injury; how can you say it’s nothing?”

“Have the car prepared immediately to take them to the hospital.”

James Carter turned and instructed the butler, “Lila injured her head as well; she should be checked out.”

“Grandpa, let me take them.”

Ethan’s voice was tight. He didn’t want Mason and Clara to have any time alone together.

Clara was his wife; how could Mason, a bastard, touch her as he pleased?

James Carter nodded.”Very well.”

“Okay.”

Ethan stepped forward, took Mason’s arm from Clara, and helped him toward the black Bentley.

Noticing the hand on his arm tightening, Mason glanced at Ethan but remained silent, letting him offer support.

Clara, holding Lila’s small hand, looked at James Carter.

“Grandpa, we’ll be going now.”

“Go on.”

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James Carter waved his hand. After such a commotion, he felt rather tired himself.

“Call me if anything happens.”

“Okay.”

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Clara responded, nodded to Robert Anderson behind James Carter, glanced past Mason, who was watching the scene with amusement, and turned to leave.

At the hospital, Mason was rushed into the emergency room.

Clara told Ethan to wait outside the emergency room while she took Lila upstairs for examination.

Thankfully, Lila only had minor scrapes. The doctor re-dressed the wound and prescribed some anti-inflammatory medicine.

When they came downstairs, Ethan was nowhere to be found, only Ryan was lying on the emergency room bed.

The wound on his lower back had been treated and bandaged, standing out starkly against his tan skin.

Sensing Clara’s gaze, Ryan felt his ears burn. He turned to pull the blanket over, wanting to cover his exposed upper body, but the movement tugged at his wound, and blood seeped through the bandage.

“Don’t move.”

Clara quickly pressed him down, her heart sinking at the sight of the alarming bloodstains on the bandage.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t teach Luke well enough, and he hurt Lila, and you got hurt because of it.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Feeling the warmth on his back, Ryan’s ears burned even more.

“According to the Carter family’s rules, you probably separated from him not long after giving birth.”

“If anything, it’s the Carter family’s fault for indulging him too much and not letting him develop a proper sense of right and wrong.”

Clara was taken aback by Ryan’s words.

In her past, Clara had grown accustomed to blame and humiliation, so her first instinct was always to assume responsibility for anything that

went wrong.

After her mother’s death, her brother had immediately decided she was to blame.

When Ethan had his affairs, the Anderson family immediately blamed Clara for being unable to hold onto her husband, saying she was useless. Even with Lucas, it was the same. It was the Carters who wouldn’t let her see her son, but whenever Lucas misbehaved, she was always the one scolded for being a bad mother.

In all her years, no one had ever told her it wasn’t her fault, to stop blaming herself, to stop apologizing and paying for the mistakes of others. Meeting Ryan’s concerned gaze, Clara quickly looked away.

But the teary shimmer in the corner of her eyes was impossible to hide.

Clara raised a hand, wiping away a stray tear.

Across the way, Lila Walker’s eyes welled up as she looked at Ryan Walker’s injury.

Ryan

“It’s all my fault. I didn’t know that swing was Luke’s, and I went and sat on it.”

“If I hadn’t been on the swing, none of this would have happened.”

Clara Bennett gently stroked the little girl’s soft hair, feeling a pang of sympathy for how understanding she was.

Ethan frowned, noticing Clara didn’t spare him a single glance as she left. Watching Ryan follow her, carrying Lila, a wave of bitterness

washed over him.

“How is he?”

Ethan walked into the ER carrying a bag of medicine. He didn’t miss the flash of concern in Clara’s eyes, and his expression darkened. “Where did you go?”

Clara looked at Ethan.

“To get the medicine.”

Ethan shook the bag in his hand, his gaze lingering on the wound on Clara’s wrist.

“Let’s go, let him rest here. I’ll put some medicine on your wrist outside.”

Only then did Clara remember her own injury. She raised her wrist to look; the wound seemed infected, with a yellowish fluid oozing out.

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Seeing them leave the ER, Lila turned to Ryan, noticing his gaze fixed on the direction Clara had gone. She asked softly, “Daddy, do you like

Aunt Clara?”

Ryan stiffened at her sudden question, feeling a flush creep up his neck.”What do you know, little one? Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Now that we’re back with the Carter family, you should call Aunt Clara ‘Aunt-in-law.””

“You’re too young, don’t worry about grown-up stuff.”

Lila pouted, displeasure evident on her face, and poked Walker’s chin with her small hand.

She wasn’t little, and her dad underestimated her.

At the Old Estate, when the swing almost hit Clara, Dad rushed forward faster than he did during training in the army, and when he saw Clara was hurt, the worry and concern in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.

It was as if Clara’s injury was more serious than his own.

Besides, she didn’t want Clara to be her aunt; she wanted Clara to be her mom.

Outside the emergency room.

Ethan sat beside Clara, taking gauze and antiseptic ointment from the bag. He frowned, noticing Clara kept glancing back at the emergency

room.

“Don’t you think you’re being too concerned about them?”

“Even though Luke was at fault today, you used to hate seeing him shed a single tear. Now, you were so harsh on him, all for Lila Walker.”

Clara laughed, the sound tinged with sarcasm.”Because Lila remembers what I like to drink, massages my back when I’m tired, and feels bad when I’m upset.”

“But what about Luke? Besides treating me like a servant, and trying to please your new girlfriends when you have them, what else has he ever done?”

“Right, and he also kicked me in the stomach, and tried to hit me with a swing, and looked at me with nothing but hatred.”

Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, knowing Clara was telling the truth.”But that’s because you haven’t spent enough time with him. That’s why he doesn’t feel close to you.”

“Move back home. We’ll bring Lucas back, and you can teach him properly. If you don’t want to move back, Lucas can come live with you.”

“Absolutely not.”

Clara refused immediately.”Ethan, wake up. There’s no going back for us.”

She wouldn’t waste any more time on Lucas or Ethan either.

A flicker of panic crossed Ethan’s eyes.”Then what do you want? You don’t want to have more kids, and you don’t want to take care of Lucas. What exactly is it that you want?”

Clara looked at him and sneered, “Ethan, you wanted me to…”

When I was a surrogate, what did you want then?

The ringing of a phone interrupted Clara, cutting her off mid-sentence. She watched Ethan pull out his phone, the name “Natalie” shining brightly on the screen, causing a flash of sarcasm to cross her eyes.

Natalie. How intimate,

Ethan answered the phone. He could hear a woman’s faint sobs on the other end, and his expression changed drastically.

“I’ll be right there!”

After hanging up, he noticed Clara’s raised hand and hesitated for a moment.

“I…”

Clara scoffed, watching the man in front of her struggle to find the right words.

Despite the sting in her heart, she turned and walked away without another word.

She had long given up on the idea that Ethan would ever prioritize her. She just wondered what Natalie had done this time to summon him.