Chapter 223

In the bathroom, Mr. Mason was forcefully holding Clara Dawson’s head down in the tub.

She clawed at the edge of the bathtub, fighting like crazy.

Her nails dug so deep into the porcelain that they tore and bled.

Kara Webb stood nearby, rubbing her wrist. “Clara, it’s just bad luck, honestly. The Dawsons ditched you, you were better off acting like a stray. But nope, you had to cling to our young master. For his sake, you’ve got to go.”

Clara’s eyes were wide open underwater, desperately trying to lift her head. But the force pressing her down was relentless.

She couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry. All she felt was the strength in her body slipping away.

Her mind started going blank.

Is this really how her life ends? Like this?

No... she couldn’t accept it.

Dying in the home of the man she loved most—how could she be okay with that?

She hadn’t found her biological father yet…

Her artwork was still unfinished…

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