Chapter 5 - The Mother's Interruption
Before Julian could process the weight of Clara's words, a sharp heel clicked loudly against the marble floor.
Eleanor Vance, Julian's mother, marched down the center aisle in her regal purple silk dress. Her face was a mask of arrogant disdain, her eyes burning with pure hatred as she stared at Clara.
"That's enough of this circus!" Eleanor shouted, her commanding voice echoing through the silent ballroom. "Security, drag this crazy woman and her street child out of my son's wedding immediately!"
Four heavy security guards in black suits rushed down the aisle, moving to grab Clara’s arms.
Lily whimpered, squeezing Clara's leg in fear. Clara stood her ground, her posture rigid and unyielding.
"Don't you dare touch her!" Julian yelled, standing up to block the guards. "Mother, stand down! Look at this child's face—she looks exactly like me!"
"Nonsense!" Eleanor sneered, waving her gloved hand dismissively. "You're let your grief confuse you, Julian! This gold-digger found out about your grandfather's trust and brought some random orphan to shake you down for money!"
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"Is that what you think this is, Eleanor?" Clara asked, her voice calm, cold, and unwavering. "A shake-down?"
👉 What powerful figure in the crowd was waiting for Clara's exact cue to step forward?
