Claire's heart was filled with scorn and indifference.
Watching Adah put on such an act made her feel utterly disgusted.
Just last night, Adah had mercilessly struck her with an ashtray, showing not even a hint of concern for her well-being. Now, to see her feigning the role of a caring mother was too much to bear.
Claire's rejection was like a dagger to Adah's heart. "Claire, I truly know I was wrong this time. Can you forgive me just this once?"
Seeing that Claire remained unmoved, Ethan quickly interjected, "Claire, Mom was impulsive yesterday, but she regretted it deeply afterward. She searched for you all night, scouring every corner of Crestwood."
"We're family, Claire. Blood ties are unbreakable. Look at your mom now; she's genuinely afraid of losing you."
Claire didn't believe a single word Ethan said.
They claimed to have searched all night, yet they appeared well-rested, without a trace of fatigue or dark circles under their eyes. Clearly, they had only realized her absence early this morning after a good night's sleep.
If she hadn't awoken from her unconscious state, hadn't been carried away by Mary, hadn't received timely medical treatment, she would be nothing but a cold corpse now.
Her survival was a stroke of luck, not due to any concern from the Linwood family.
Claire refused to look at them, her expression unchanged and indifferent.
Her complete lack of interest made Ethan's heart sink.
He didn't like seeing her this way.
Even if Claire were to throw a tantrum like she used to, shouting and making a scene, it would be better than this silent, expressionless demeanor.
At least when she was angry, it showed she cared.
Ethan was growing anxious, frustration boiling over. "What do you want from us?"
"Tell us, what will make you satisfied?"
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