Chapter 357

It was supposed to stay buried, yet Arthur's every word struck Clara as if she were the one to blame—as if she were the heartless one.

The onslaught left her rattled. Instinctively, she leaned back until she was nearly perched on the edge of his desk. She kept her head lowered, silent for a long moment, before finally meeting his eyes.

Arthur stared at her as though she owed him an explanation.