Clara could hardly believe the absurdity of it all. Would her family ever let up?
Before she could dwell on it, Johnny's voice cut through the air, heavy with accusation. "If Quinn loses this baby, it's all on you."
Clara's eyes narrowed. There was no way anything was going to happen to Quinn's baby on her watch.
She headed back to the Bradford house, and even before stepping inside, she overheard Naomi fussing over Quinn.
"Quinn, you need to eat something. Simon's on his way."
Quinn was perched on the couch, shaking her head, but when Clara walked in, there was a quick flash of something sly in her eyes. "Clara, what brings you back?"
Clara's gaze landed on Quinn's stomach. She was not yet showing, betraying nothing.
Quinn caught Clara's look and shrank back toward Naomi.
Naomi immediately jumped in, shielding Quinn as if Clara were a threat. "Clara, what's with that look? If you even think about harming her baby, you'll have me to deal with!"
The distrust and malice in Naomi's eyes sent a chill through Clara.
Was this really her family? How could parents treat their daughter like this?
She moved forward, spotting Ryan nearby.
Ryan let out a derisive snort and turned away, though he awkwardly tried to play peacemaker.
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