chapter158
On the phone, Bridgette was playing with Darlene.
“Nothing major. If you’re out, could you buy a few clothes for Darla? The child came to Reedport without bringing any luggage.”
Claudine frowned.
“Where’s Damian?”
Bridgette said, “Who knows! The maid said she saw him in the garden this morning, but he left afterward.”
Claudine looked up and happened to see a children’s clothing store. After thinking for a moment, she agreed.
“Got it, I’ll check out the mall.”
After hanging up, Claudine walked into the children’s clothing store.
She had always prepared Darlene’s clothes herself, knowing both the size and style.
After picking out clothes for Darlene, Claudine went to the counter to pay.
Next to the cashier was the newborn section.
Unconsciously, Claudine walked over there.
She picked up a white baby onesie.
At that moment, a store clerk walked over.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
Seeing that Claudine didn’t respond, the clerk continued.
“The one you’re holding is our new arrival. The fabric is 100% cotton with mulberry silk technology, as delicate as a newborn’s skin, giving your baby a cloud-like touch.”
“How old is your child? Besides the color you’re holding, we have other colors and styles available.”
The clerk next to her kept trying to make a sale.
Claudine held the tiny outfit, but her heart grew colder and colder.
She interrupted the clerk.
“No, thank you.”
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She left the area, paid at the counter, and then left the mall.
All the way, she kept thinking about that soft, cuddly little outfit, even imagining how adorable her child would look wearing it.
But she would never have a child of her own in this lifetime…
Driving back to the villa, Claudine got out of the car with the clothes she had bought.
She happened to run into Clayton returning from outside.
Claudine had long since stopped recognizing this man as her father; now, she only wanted to finish arranging her mother’s Opera Arts Center and let her mother know the truth as soon as possible.
Of course, before that, she still had to help her brother regain control of the Hogan Group.
“Stop right there!”
Clayton called out to his daughter.
He stepped forward, blocking her way, his face dark and grim.
“Was it you who made Damian do this?”
Although Claudine didn’t know exactly what had happened, she guessed that the photo she sent Damian in the morn- ing had achieved her intended effect.
Seeing Claudine’s expression, Clayton was convinced his suspicion was correct.
He grabbed Claudine’s wrist in agitation, showing no fatherly warmth, only harshness.
“Claudine, how could you help outsiders deal with your own father?!”
Claudine looked at the man before her, the one she was supposed to call father.
She wondered, if her mother saw Clayton like this, would she still think her marriage was happy, would she still be- lieve her father was her support?
“Father?”
Claudine lowered her head and glanced at her wrist, now red from his grip,
“Do you even deserve to be called a father?
What kind of father would scheme to put his own son in prison!
What kind of father would compete with his own son for resources!
And what kind of father, knowing his daughter is suffering, would forbid her from escaping the fire pit just for his
own benefit!
Whose father are you?
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You’re the father of that illegitimate child outside!
You lost the right to be my father and my brother’s father long ago!”
“You ungrateful brat!”
Clayton raised his right hand high, about to strike Claudine’s face.
But a figure stepped between them.
Damian grabbed Clayton’s right hand, which was raised high in the air.
Judging by the look on Clayton’s face, it was clear that Damian was using quite a bit of strength.
Clayton tried to pull his hand back twice, but both attempts failed.
Damian’s face was cold and expressionless.
“Dad, were you about to hit Claudy?”
Clayton didn’t dare lose his temper at Damian, so he forced a smile.
“Of course not! I just wanted to say a few words to Claudy.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Claudine, hoping his daughter would say something in his defense.
But there was no way Claudine would do as he wished.
Seeing his daughter remain silent, Clayton had no choice but to swallow his pride and speak to Damian.
“Dami, the person in charge at the Walters Group said you met with their Mr. Colton today?”
Damian nodded.
“I’ve worked with Mr. Colton before. I heard their company is developing a passenger drone project recently, so he chatted with me about it this afternoon.”
Claudine, listening from the side, more or less understood what was going on.
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