Chapter 311 Clara Without Dignity
Clara hanging a broken shoe around her neck looked as ugly as one could imagine.
The high and mighty image of the Jones Family heir that she had painstakingly built over six years was completely ruined in that moment. Clara, with a broken shoe around her neck, and her hair disheveled from sweat due to fear and pleading, looked especially pathetic.
In this state, she looked no different from any other woman who had become a mistress.
However, some women became mistresses involuntarily. They had grievances and helplessness, and they were bullied because of their weakness.
But Clara was different.
She was willing.
When she was in power, she was domineering and evil, but when she lost power, she had no dignity at all.
She was not even as good as an ant on the road.
Yet she could still manage to put on a smiling face.
From a distance, an onlooker secretly took a picture of Clara and sent it to a friend: [Look, Clara, who always claimed to be the most noble lady in Sunwillow City's high society and declared herself Alexander's fiancée, is now humiliated. She hung a broken shoe around her neck to apologize, looking so lowly and humble. I'll send you some pictures.]
After sending the text, the pictures were uploaded.
The friend on the other end, who also loved drama, immediately posted them on Facebook.
And so, it spread across the internet.
Within minutes, the photos of Clara with a broken shoe around her neck, apologizing in front of Elizabeth, reached Declan.
Declan, who had been recuperating well in Pariz, was so furious at the sight of Clara that he could hardly contain himself.
However, he was old and wise.
Even though Declan was over eighty, he always had a strong will. After all, Clara's marriage had not been finalized. Declan, who had been a prominent figure in politics and the military in his younger days, was still highly respected in Sunwillow City after retiring. He had experienced everything in life, from killing to being wronged, and most of the time, he had no regrets.
Because the past was the past.
But, his only biological daughter, Donna, was an exception.
Declan had always thought Donna was his mistress's child and had never paid much attention to her. But who would have thought that Donna was actually his and his wife's only daughter?
She had lived her entire life under Declan's neglect and his wife's oppression, enduring for over twenty years before finally leaving home.
But it was then that Declan discovered the truth: Donna was his and his wife's daughter.
This truth, this blow, left Declan unable to forgive himself for the rest of his life.
He spent countless resources searching for Donna for many years, only to find her descendants, his granddaughter.
He truly loved Donna's daughter!
Declan wished he could give the entire Jones Family to Clara.
Declan, who had never used his connections in the military and political circles, personally introduced Clara to his subordinates, showing his love for her.
So, when Declan saw Clara acting like a completely tamed slave, flattering Elizabeth without any dignity, he was so angry that his teeth chattered.
He immediately had his subordinate dial Alexander's phone number.
What Declan didn't know was that Alexander was also beside Elizabeth at that moment. The employee who took the ugly photos of Clara only dared to photograph her, not Alexander.
At that moment, as Clara stood in front of Elizabeth with a broken shoe, smiling pathetically, Alexander sat beside Elizabeth, watching her review the drafts.
Elizabeth shooed him away, "Why are you still here?"
Alexander calmly said, "Do you think that woman hung a broken shoe around her neck because she's afraid of you?"
In Alexander's mouth, Clara wasn't even worthy of a name.
Clara's heart bled when she heard this.
But she was also immensely relieved that Alexander hadn't killed her. To ensure Alexander wouldn't kill her, Clara forced a smile to please him, having no dignity left.
Everyone present could see the stark difference between the once arrogant Clara and Elizabeth.
When trapped in such an awkward situation, Elizabeth was much more rational than Clara.
Every time Elizabeth was humiliated, she faced it with a look of defiance. Even if she couldn't resist anyone, she silently fought back to maintain her last shred of dignity.
Even if she were trampled in a pit of filth, she wouldn't lose her dignity.
Clara, on the other hand, was the opposite.
She willingly gave up her dignity, sinking into humility just to survive.
It was truly despicable.
Elizabeth glanced at Clara, who was despised by everyone, saying, "Miss Guise, please leave. I have work to do, and you're affecting my work."
"Elizabeth, I... I must satisfy you. If you think hanging a broken shoe isn't enough, I can write 'I am a shameless mistress' in front of me," Clara thoughtfully reminded Elizabeth that she could be even more cruel.
Elizabeth was silent.
After a pause, she said, "Clara, I'm different from you. You're a noble, wealthy person. You can play whatever games you want. You almost wanted to have me assaulted in a nightclub, and you could do it. Now you're here at the company, playing the victim. You have time for these trivial things; I don't. I need to work. Besides, the grudge between us can't be erased by you playing the clown once."
She added, "Even if you play the clown a million times, it won't erase the pain of my imprisonment, bring my mother back to life, or give my daughter back the five years of fatherly love she missed. So, between you and me, you'd better give up. Please leave immediately and don't affect my work."
Clara immediately cried and forced a smile, "I want to leave, but I don't dare."
At that moment, Alexander's phone rang. He picked it up and answered, "Hello."
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