Eleanor Sterling looked at Yvette Ray, and the slap mark on her face made her furious.
She glanced at Ronan Keating with a displeased expression, then hugged Yvette, "Yvette, let’s go."
Yvette remained silent and left with Eleanor.
However, Claire Truman wasn’t planning to let it go. She pointed a trembling finger at her and shouted angrily, "Yvette, you shameless thing! How dare you seduce Ronan? I’m going to tear you apart!"
With that said, she rushed towards Yvette, intending to attack her again.
Eleanor would never let her hurt Yvette, so she pushed Claire away forcefully.
At this moment, Ronan Keating stepped forward to support Claire, frowned, and said, "Claire, stop making a fuss."
Upon hearing this, Claire became even more furious. She opened her mouth, wanting to bring Ronan a late-night meal after learning he was working overtime, only to find him in bed with Yvette.
And now she’s the one making a fuss?
Eleanor didn’t want to argue with these two any longer; she simply protected Yvette and left.
Claire just watched them walk away, unable to follow as Ronan held her back.
She shook off Ronan’s arm, "Ronan, what are you doing? Are you rekindling things with Yvette? Have you forgotten what she did to your mother?"
Ronan’s face was clouded with darkness. He pressed his lips together and said, "It had nothing to do with her. I was drugged and coincidentally ran into her, so I forced her."
Claire’s eyes were dark and gloomy, but she said nothing.
Ronan’s words might fool ordinary people, but not her.
He was in his office, which was heavily guarded, and all entries and exits required identification. Who could have drugged him?
Ronan said this only to protect Yvette.
Who would have thought that after all these years, even though Yvette had harmed his mother, he still kept her in his heart?
Why, after all these years, does Yvette continue to haunt them like a ghost? Why won’t she stop clinging to Ronan?
A cruel look arose in Claire’s eyes.
She mustered all her strength to suppress the anger in her heart and asked Ronan, "Ronan, our wedding is approaching, yet you still cause such troubles? Where does that leave me?"
Ronan pressed his lips, "I’m sorry, Claire." For more chapters visit NoveI★Fire.net
Hearing him say "sorry" only made Claire angrier. Was he not planning to comfort her or make any promises?
It seemed Claire’s expression was too agitated, prompting Ronan to say, "Our wedding date won’t change; this was an accident."
Claire gritted her teeth, "Fine, but next time if I find Yvette still clinging to you, I won’t be so lenient."
The car smoothly cruised along the road.
Alaric Faulkner was driving, while Eleanor Sterling and Yvette Ray sat together in the back seat.
Eleanor hugged Yvette’s shoulders. Yvette kept her head down, resembling a child who had done something wrong, remaining silent.
A mood of silence filled the car.
Eleanor glanced at her, wanting to say something but ultimately didn’t.
Yvette took a deep breath, feeling her heart in turmoil.
In the end, she didn’t succeed. That was the only way to save little Neveah, and now it was cut off.
Perhaps the heavens allowed her to help Yvette most in her darkest years by giving her little Neveah.
She has completed her task now, and she could return to the heavens to be her little angel again.
Maybe this is fate; what has happened cannot be changed, and she must accept it.
If it’s destined to be this way, she’ll leave Lyria to be with little Neveah, spending her last moments making sure she leaves peacefully and happily.