Chapter 238 I Can Say It Even Worse
Natalie didn't bother to lower her voice.
The second she spoke, everyone in the small banquet hall turned to look at her.
The room went dead silent.
Clara's face went pale, and she was fuming. "How dare you talk to your elders like that?"
Natalie shot her a disdainful look.
Elder? Did she even deserve that title?
A mistress who clawed her way up didn't deserve any respect.
Mary bit her lip hard, her body tense, her face livid with anger.
She had planned to use this event to mingle with the socialites and get closer to Gabriel.
But now, with this mess, everyone would know she wasn't really a Clark.
Instead of running away in shame, she decided to play the victim and make Natalie look like the bad guy.
Her voice was shaky, like she was about to cry. "Natalie, why do you have to be so mean?"
Natalie looked at her, stone-faced, her voice cold. "Why are you pretending? I can be even meaner. Want to hear?"
Since Clara and Mary wanted to stick to the Clark family so badly, she didn't mind ripping their masks off and exposing them.
Mary's lips quivered; she could feel everyone's eyes on her.
She didn't have the guts to face Natalie head-on.
But she didn't want to back down either.
After a brief pause, she finally spoke, her eyes teary. She looked at Oliver. "Dad, I don't know what I did to upset Natalie."
Her pitiful act was sickening.
There were some actors among the guests, but when it came to acting, Mary was unbeatable.
Natalie cut her off coldly, "Is he really your dad? Isn't your real dad a security guard at a high-end club owned by the Clark Group? Do you think spending the Clark family's money and living in our house makes you one of us? Your whole family is pathetic, leeching off the Clarks and refusing to leave."
She then turned to Oliver and said bluntly, "Uncle Oliver, you better watch out. The kid you're raising might not even be yours, and you might be supporting her real dad."
Ever since Clara and Mary left the house last time, Yves had someone dig into their secrets.
Digging up dirt was Yves' specialty.
Oliver's face turned gray.
He looked at Clara in shock.
Without a second thought, he slapped her.
A scream echoed through the room.
Clara was knocked off balance and fell to the ground.
Oliver's voice was ice-cold, filled with rage and shame. "Didn't you say he died in a car accident?"
Clara looked up in a panic, trembling all over, terrified.
"I-I didn't mean to lie to you. I didn't know when he showed up."
Mary rushed over to help Clara up.
Oliver's gaze was icy, glaring at Mary. "You knew about this too?"
Mary's eyes flickered for a moment, which made Oliver even more disappointed.
No need for an answer; he already knew.
All these years, he had been so good to Clara and Mary, and they took his money to support another man?
Anyone would find that unbearable!
"Dad, Mom didn't mean to lie to you," Mary said.
"Enough, isn't this embarrassing enough? Get out, all of you!" Oliver suddenly shouted, his face stormy with rage, showing no mercy.
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