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The Manners family stared at him in shock as Simon's eyes rolled back and he hit the floor, out cold.

Conrad let go of his arm, stood up, and dusted off his hands. As the Manners family rushed angrily towards Simon, he walked over to Emilio. "Hey, Emilio, wait up."

Emilio clicked his tongue, "Don't kill anyone, okay? Take it easy."

Conrad scratched his head, looking a bit clueless. He thought he was being gentle just a broken bone, nothing serious.

If a little beating could break him, he was too fragile anyway.

The moment Ella saw Maximilian show up, she knew he was someone serious and quietly backed into a corner.

She figured she'd wait until he left to stir up trouble with the Manners family.

Now, seeing how easily his guys took down Simon, Ella silently patted herself on the back for being cautious.

Ella, hands on her hips, stepped out from the corner and saw Dylan giving Simon some first aid, getting ready to carry him out with Lucas.

Blocking the doorway, she spread her arms wide and shrieked, "What? Trying to sneak off?"

Seeing Ella causing a scene, Elodie was fuming, barely holding back from lashing out, "Move aside! If anything happens to my son, you'll pay for it."

Oliver had enough and tried to push Ella away.

But Ella swung her arm and shoved him aside.

Then she rolled up her sleeves and jabbed a finger at Elodie's forehead, "Why are you acting all high and mighty? Did I break your son's arm?"

"You won't let me off? Why didn't you show that attitude to that guy earlier!"

"Think you can push me around 'cause I'm from the countryside? I'm telling you, if you don't bring my daughter here, no one's leaving!"

Elodie, used to a life of luxury, couldn't handle someone like Ella.

Ella kept ranting, her voice getting louder, grating on the Manners family's nerves.

Lucas, worried about drawing attention, wanted to put Simon down to stop her but hesitated when he saw Ella's burly figure.

If Ella wasn't Clara's biological mother, he would've had security throw her out already.

He needed to find someone to tell Desmond to bring Clara over, fast.

In a hidden spot at the venue, Desmond was comforting Clara, holding her close.

Clara, looking like a scared little deer, her nose and eyes red from crying.

Desmond's heart ached seeing her like that.

When Ella's voice reached them, Clara's expression crumbled.

Clara clung to Desmond's arm, her tearful eyes pleading, "Desmond, why hasn't she left yet? What does she want?"

Desmond gently touched her cheek, "Clara, it's okay. I'll go with you to see."

When Clara and Desmond got backstage, the tension was still high.

Elodie, humiliated by Ella, had a burning face. Seeing Clara, she felt like she saw a savior.

But Lucas frowned even more. Why did Desmond bring Clara over?

"Clara!" Elodie called out.

But Lucas frowned even more. Why did Desmond bring Clara over?

"Mom!" Clara, tears streaming down her face, moved to throw herself into Elodie's arms, only to be intercepted by Ella, "Clara, where are you going? Come here, let me hug you." Ella raised her thick arm to hug Clara.

Clara was hit by a nauseating smell of sweat, and her arm hurt and felt sticky from Ella's grip. Panic-stricken, Clara cried out, "Desmond! Help me!"

Desmond's expression turned steely as he moved to free Clara from Ella's grasp. However, Ella's strength was surprisingly mighty, and Desmond had to exert considerable effort to separate Clara from her.

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Clara's face twisted with disgust, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe she was being hugged by such a filthy person.

She hid behind Desmond, her eyes blazing with anger.

Ella was furious, shouting, "You're my son-in-law! How can you treat me like this?" Desmond felt a wave of revulsion, wanting nothing to do with such a vulgar woman. "Stop making baseless claims. This isn't the time or place for your nonsense." Seizing the moment, Oliver jumped in, "We need to get Simon to the hospital, now." Elodie nodded frantically, remembering the doctor had said his arm was almost beyond saving last time, and now who knew how bad it was.

Clara's eyes filled with tears, "Dad, Mom, brothers, what about me if you leave?"

Oliver paused, looking apologetically at Desmond, "Desmond, please handle this for now."

Desmond's silence and stern expression showed his reluctant agreement.

Clara trembled as she reached for Elodie's hand, "Mom, I want to go with you. Please, don't leave me here alone."

Elodie's resolve wavered, her heart breaking, just as Ella shouted, "I'm your real mother!"

Ella's face hardened. "What? Are you going to fight me for your daughter here?"

Oliver knew that if Elodie didn't leave, Ella would keep causing trouble.

"Clara, Simon needs to get to the hospital right away. He can't be left alone. With Desmond here, nothing will happen." Oliver's voice was urgent.

With a heavy heart, Elodie let go of Clara's hand, "Clara, your dad is right. We'll be back soon, don't be scared."

Lucas wanted to stay, but he had to help carry Simon to the hospital.

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Dylan had been silent the whole time.

Clara bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into her lip, her eyes filled with tears of resentment.noveldrama

After the Manners family left, the wrinkles at the corners of Ella's eyes deepened with her smile. "Clara, now that there are no outsiders, can I take a good look at you?"

Since the Manners family had stopped her from seeing Clara years ago, she hadn't seen her since.

Ella reached out to touch Clara again, but a bank card was suddenly presented in front

of her. Ella rolled her eyes, "The Manners family already tried this! I just..."

Desmond cut her off coldly, "Two hundred thousand dollars, is that enough?"

Two hundred thousand dollars?

Ella's eyes flickered.

Desmond realized it wasn't that the tactic didn't work, but that the Manners family was too cheap.

Desmond tossed the bank card at Ella with disdain, "This money is enough to sever your relationship with Clara. Don't show up in Luminous City again. Considering you're Clara's biological mother, the Boleyn family won't hold you accountable for the trouble you caused today."

Desmond didn't know his confident assumption was wrong.

Ella, a greedy woman from the countryside with a bedridden spouse, needed way more than two hundred thousand dollars.

Ella looked at the bank card on the ground, her eyes darting around, and immediately smiled, bending down to pick it up.

After carefully putting the bank card into the inner pocket of her clothes, she looked

past Desmond at Clara, finally getting a clear look at her.

She really didn't look like her daughter, so delicate and weak.

Luckily, they were switched at birth. If Clara had been brought back, she wouldn't have

been as useful as Katniss, and might have died young.

Such an event would have been a huge loss.

Contented, she stroked the bank card, knowing it was about time to leave today.