NovelEnglishChapter 91 Claire watched Adah's flustered expression, feeling nothing but a sense of satisfaction. There was not a trace of sympathy in her heart.
Just as she was about to close the door, Adah, seemingly having made up her mind, held it open.
"Claire, there's an auction at Cresthaven this evening, and Heir Foster will be attending. Your mother prepared a dress for you, hoping you could see your future husband in person." "And so? If I'm not satisfied after meeting him, will you call off the marriage?" Adah remained silent.
The marriage had been a decision made unilaterally by the Linwood family on Claire's behalf. Claire had no right to refuse.
Whether she agreed or not, she was destined to marry him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo, what difference did it make if she met him or not? Adah wanted to sacrifice her for the marriage alliance but didn't want to bear the stigma of selling her daughter for personal gain. That's why she spoke so grandiloquently and pretended to care for her, acting like a hypocrite.
Even if Adah openly showed her indifference, Claire wouldn't be so annoyed.
She neither loved Claire nor genuinely cared for her; she gave her false hopes only to push her into the fire tand again.
Claire was just like a puppet, manipulated by the Linwood family, and that was the most infuriating part. Claire's eyes were clear; she had long seen through everything. Adah's face flushed red with embarrassment. Claire said nothing more and reached into a shopping bag to pull out the dress. It was a red strapless gown, simple in design, conventional in style, and looked like it had been casually bought from a department store just for show.
Even the pretense was done with such little care.
"Mrs. Linwood is truly considerate." Claire emphasized the word "considerate" with heavy sarcasm.
Adah caught onto the obvious mockery and forced a smile. "If you don't like it, Claire, your mother can pick another one for you." Claire tossed the dress back to Adah and said, "My injuries haven't healed yet. Are you sure you wantto wear a gown and attend?" The marks from Nathan's belt were no longer painful, but the bruises on her arms, back, and thighs were still quite visible. The most serious was her shoulder; though the wound had healed, large scars remained, and wearing a strapless dress would expose them all.
Adah, realizing this belatedly, showed a guilty expression. "It was an oversight on my part, and I apologize." "No need for apologies, just givesmoney. I'll buy something myself since what you pick out doesn't fit." Her body was frail, and the lack of nutrition during her growth years meant she was unusually thin and undeveloped.
The Linwood family all had model-like figures. Nathan stood at six feet one, Ethan at six foot two, and Adah at five foot seven. By their genes, Claire's height should have been no less than five foot seven.
However, Claire was only five foot three. If not for her face, which perfectly inherited Nathan and Adah's best features, looking strikingly beautiful, no one would believe she was the true Linwood heiress.
The dress Adah had just brought out clearly wasn't her size; it was bought to fit Vanessa.
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Vanessa had a tall, curvy figure, well-maintained and healthy. Though she wasn'ta's scrawny slim, she awny as Claire, and thus, Vanessa's size was entirely unsuitable for Claire. Adah's face burned with shame, wishing she could disappear.
Not wanting to face Claire any longer, she quickly pulled out a card and handed it to her. "There-there's ten thousand dollars on this card. Take it, and if you need more, just ask." With that, she hurriedly walked away.
Claire packed a few things and left the Linwood mansion with the card.
She hailed a cab to the shopping center but didn't head for the dresses. Instead, she went into a suit shop.
A suit was formal and would cover her injuries, making it the perfect choice. With the help of a store the fittiClaire took a black suit into the fitting room. After changing, she was about to check herself in the mirror when she overheard a clean-cut man with rimless glasses speaking with a troubled expression. "Is there really no way to fix it?"
The store assistant gently touched the suit in his hands and shook her head apologetically. "Sin, this fabric is very high-end, and the burn was caused by a cigarette. To repair it to its original state would require a highly skilled tailor specialized in luxury clothing restoration."
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