She and Ronan Keating formed a family alliance, and like the Keating Family, the Truman Family was also a mysterious and powerful family.
The union of these two strong parties made their marriage inevitable.
Claire Truman was a celebrity in the entertainment industry, often traveling for filming, but that didn’t stop her from admiring Ronan Keating. After all, anyone would be moved by such an outstanding man.
Giselle Keating was quite fond of this fifth sister-in-law; she was very good to her and got along well with her.
Claire Truman was very beautiful, standing beside her fifth brother, they were simply an eye-catching golden couple.
"I have some things to attend to, Giselle, could you take Claire out to look around?" Ronan Keating spoke up. Follow current novᴇls on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Claire Truman was a bit displeased and grumbled, "I’ve finally found some free time, and yet you’re busy again..."
Ronan Keating, helpless, took out a card and handed it to Claire Truman, "You and Giselle go ahead, I’ll reimburse all the expenses."
"Alright, then I can only go have fun with Giselle and leave you out!" Claire Truman took Ronan Keating’s card and smiled again.
Both of them were extremely busy with their work, and every time Claire Truman came to find Ronan Keating, he was always occupied with work.
Either he would have his subordinates accompany her shopping, or he would barely find time to have a meal with her.
Apart from this, Ronan Keating was the perfect fiancé.
Since this was Lyria, not many people knew Claire Truman, so she didn’t worry about being surrounded by crowds. The feeling of being open and free was rather nice.
"Fifth sister-in-law, let’s ignore fifth brother, I’ll take you to Lyria’s commercial street to have a look. I haven’t been there yet."
As they spoke, the two walked off arm in arm.
Ronan Keating smiled faintly and turned to handle the rest of his work.
In the café, a woman wearing a hat sat in a booth by the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze falling on that slender figure.
Earlier, when the man handed the card to the woman, although she didn’t hear what he said, she could basically guess.
Yvette Ray’s lips curved into a bitter smile.
Once, she was the one who received the card...
She had been together with Ronan Keating for five years, sweet and blissful, envied by many.
But then she learned that the Keating Family had arranged a fiancée for Ronan, which was Claire Truman.
Mrs. Keating found her at that time and personally told her that any daughter-in-law of the Keating Family must match their social status.
Such as the Truman Family.
Mrs. Keating did not reprimand harshly, but with indifferent and shaming words, calmly informed her of everything.
Later, when they left the restaurant, she was absent-minded and didn’t notice an out-of-control car speeding toward them.
Mrs. Keating pushed her aside but was hit brutally by the car, falling to the ground.
The glaring blood-red scene became her recurring nightmare these years.
Mrs. Keating was taken to the hospital, and after a series of resuscitations, she was saved but remained in a coma as a vegetable till today.
The driver responsible was caught, and he accused Yvette Ray as the mastermind behind it, claiming she hired him to murder Mrs. Keating.
Yvette Ray was at a loss for words; she had a motive because Mrs. Keating blocked her from Ronan, and the driver had false evidence.
Everything seemed like a massive conspiracy, eventually landing her in jail.
Yvette Ray remembered trying to find Ronan Keating to save herself after being imprisoned, wanting to explain that it wasn’t her doing.
She managed to see Ronan Keating, who appeared extremely haggard, with shadows under his eyes suggesting many sleepless nights.
Seeing him for the first time, Ronan Keating said to her...
"Would you go to such lengths?"
Ronan Keating did not cry out in anger or shout; he simply expressed his disappointment and resentment in this soft question.
At that moment, Yvette Ray knew everything was settled; she had to bear the accusation of murder. No one would listen to her explanations.