Chapter 173 Why Should I Take the Blame!

Clara's attempt to frame Victoria this time made her more nervous and scared than ever before.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Clara said.

Clara averted her gaze, no longer looking at Victoria.

Victoria wasn't in a hurry. She leisurely walked over to the sofa and sat down.

The ward fell silent for a moment. Clara, unable to bear Victoria's silence, asked, "What do you want?"

Victoria lazily lifted her eyelids, gazing at her with a relaxed tone. "Oh, nothing much, just wanted to have a chat."

Sensing Clara's caution, Victoria spoke again, "Relax, I'm not live-streaming this time, and it's just the two of us here." A mysterious smile played on her lips as she chuckled, "After all, this isn't something to be proud of, soI won't broadcast this time."Clara remained silent.

She glanced at Victoria without showing any emotion. Could Victoria know something?

The next second, Clara dismissed the thought. Impossible. Victoria couldn't possibly know about it. Clara had erased all the evidence.

Feeling uncomfortable lying down, Clara propped herself up on her elbows and leaned against the headboard.

Victoria, sitting on the sofa, watched her struggle to sit up with cold eyes, relishing the rare opportunity to see the usually glamorous Clara in such a disheveled state.

Clara's face was pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her lips dry and cracked, and her hair disheveled.

With a broken leg, every movement caused Clara to break out in a cold sweat. After a while, she slowly asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Victoria snorted lightly at her words, raising an eyebrow. "How about we start with why you've always liked to compete with me since we were kids? How's that?"

Seeing Clara frown, Victoria continued, "It seems you don't want to talk about that. No problem, let's move on to the next topic."

"Let's talk about today..." Victoria paused deliberately, pretending to think. "Let's talk about the child you intentionally lost. How about that?"

Clara's eyes widened instinctively, then she gritted her teeth and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Victoria ignored Clara's expression, pursed her lips, sighed, and said in a puzzled tone, "In the past, I could understand your tactics. You just wanted Lucas to think I was arrogant and malicious, so you could appear gentle and understanding.

But this time, you finally got pregnant with a Tudor family child. You should have cherished it more to marry Lucas successfully.

But instead, you staged a fall down the stairs. Why?"

Victoria's questions were sharp and to the point.

Clara's hands, hidden under the covers, clenched the sheets tightly, veins almost popping.

No matter what Victoria said now, she wouldn't admit it.

She bit her lower lip and stubbornly said, "I don't know what you're talking about! I was pregnant with Lucas' child. I know you're jealous of me..."

Victoria interrupted her, raising an eyebrow. "I never said you weren't pregnant with Lucas' child."

Clara was speechless.

She met Victoria's eyes and saw a fleeting, cunning smile. Those were very beautiful and expressive eyes.

She was very jealous of why Victoria had such beautiful eyes.

Since childhood, Victoria had always been popular, not just because of her looks but also because of those sparkling eyes that attracted many people.

From then on, Clara later wanted to take everything Victoria had. To do so without being obvious, Clara had to play the weakling.

Including Lucas. When Clara first saw him in high school, she liked him, not just because he was handsome but also because he was Victoria's fiancé.

"Are you setting a trap for me?" Clara lowered her voice.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Just kidding. If you have nothing to hide, what are you afraid of, right?" Victoria said with a nonchalant smile.

But to Clara, her smile held too many meanings, especially her words.

Clara fell silent, her eyes on Victoria now brimming with malevolence.

"What do you know?" Clara asked.

Victoria raised an eyebrow without showing any emotion. So, she's dropping the act?

"What should I know?" Victoria responded with a question.

Clara wasn't sure how much Victoria knew, but seeing her calm demeanor, she was uncertain.

She had erased all traces of her connection with that man, and she had sent him away. It was impossible to find out.

But since Victoria didn't say it, Clara wouldn't be foolish enough to admit it herself.

She could only steady herself, trying not to show her inner panic.

If this matter were exposed, her relationship with Lucas would definitely be strained.

After all, no man could tolerate his girlfriend betraying him.

But seeing Victoria's confident demeanor, Clara didn't dare to gamble. She said, "I can make sure Grandpa, Dad, and Lucas don't pursue this matter. Let's just consider it as if my child wasn't lucky enough to come into this world."

Clara made a concession.

She initially wanted Victoria to go to jail, but things didn't seem to be going her way.

The next second, she heard Victoria retort, "That's not fair. In the end, I'm still accused of murder. Even though the child wasn't born, it's still a life, and I don't take the blame for things I didn't do. I used to not care to compete with you and couldn't be bothered to explain."

Clara panicked. "Then what do you want?"

" Just for justice," Victoria said flatly.

"Victoria, don't go too far!" Clara shouted.

"Fine, I'll just go talk to Lucas." Victoria said, pretending to get up and leave.

Hearing that she was going to talk with Lucas, Clara panicked and immediately stopped her. "Wait. Don't go!"

Victoria looked at her with amusement, pretending to be pitiful. "Do I not even have the right to ask for justice for myself? I've taken the blame for you several times, and my reputation is ruined. Now it's too late to say anything. This time, it's a real life. Do you still want me to take the blame? You wish!"

Clara was stunned.

Meanwhile, in the next room, this conversation was being broadcast.

Dylan couldn't help but admire Victoria's eloquence.

Then, a voice echoed in the room. "Victoria, stop right there! You can't talk about this matter with Lucas because the child isn't his!"

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