When Clara thought about Z, a pang of guilt hit her. She quickly scrolled through their chat history. Ever since she had calmed him down last time, he'd been behaving pretty well.
As she took a deep breath, ready to head towards the estate, her phone rang. It was Ryan, and he sounded panicked.
"Clara, can you check on the villa? The housekeeper says Sarah got food poisoning last night and has been sick all day. She won't go to the hospital."
Clara tightened her grip on the steering wheel. So, her brother had let Sarah move into his villa after all.
She rubbed her temples. "I'll go later. I've got something important to do right now."
Ryan didn't say anything, but she could hear his breathing quicken.
Clara pressed her lips together, then turned the car around. "Alright, I'm on my way."
Inside the villa, Sarah sat with her legs crossed, acting like she owned the place.
"This fruit isn't imported, I'm not eating it. I'm carrying Ryan's child, the future heir of the Bradford Group. You better treat me with respect."
Sarah had been living there for a week, and the housekeepers were already fed up. But they couldn't say much because she wasn't entirely wrong.
Just as Sarah was about to lean back, she spotted Clara's car through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She quickly clutched her belly, pretending to be weak.
When Clara walked in, she found Sarah looking sweaty and miserable.
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