The atmosphere was suffocating, almost as if the air itself had been sucked out of the room.
Claire's laughter, raw and desperate, was a sound torn from the depths of her soul. Each note carried the weight of her anguish and sorrow, resonating with a profound sense of heartbreak.
Standing silently beside her, Sean's usually sharp and insightful eyes were now clouded with a mix of emotions. He opened his mouth, struggling to find words of comfort, but his throat felt dry, and any attempt at consolation seemed futile against the harsh reality before them.
Jeffry, too, couldn't bear to watch any longer and averted his gaze.
Gradually, Claire's laughter faded into a long, weary sigh, as if she was trying to release all the grievances, pain, and resentment she'd held for over two decades.
"Adah, didn't you always say I was a harbinger of misfortune?" Claire murmured to herself. "But it seems like the true misfortune was your beloved husband."
Everything Adah had endured was because she had misjudged Nathan, falling for someone so utterly despicable. Claire wondered how Adah would feel when she found out about the daughter her beloved husband had abandoned, the kidney he had arranged to be removed and transplanted into his mistress, and that the cherished daughter she had raised was, in truth, Nathan and his mistress's love child.
Claire closed her eyes, picturing the heartbreak on Adah's face when the truth finally came to light. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over her.
She slowly opened her eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks, her gaze returning to the stack of papers in her hands, which felt as heavy as a mountain. Her eyes skimmed over the words, and her face, already pale from crying, turned an ashen shade, like leaves left to wither in the frost.
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