Chapter 671



They knelt before Cara as soon as they entered. “Miss Morgan, you must help us. We were acting on your orders, and now we’ve been exposed. You can’t abandon us now.”

After taking Kallie away the previous evening, Clayton delved deep into what had transpired. Uncovering the truth only intensified his anger.

Clayton was aware that many servants remained employed due to Cara’s coercive tactics. However, he was stunned to find that some actually chose to ally themselves with her, showing loyalty by carrying out her unreasonable orders. Considering Cara’s unstable mental state, the fact that there were those willing to do as she instructed was alarming.

Consequently, Clayton made one of the men suffer a broken leg and expelled those loyal to Cara.

Following the trail, Clayton found the butler involved.

The butler was reluctant to forsake the salary and bonus of his current position.

Left with no viable alternatives, the butler turned to Cara for assistance. Despite the previous night’s thwarted scheme, it was ultimately Jake who had taken Kallie away. Jake and Cara were a couple, and the butler surmised that the scheme’s failure wasn’t entirely his or the bodyguards’ fault.

Under the penetrating chill of Cara’s glare, the man shuddered, recounting the previous night’s events in painstaking detail. When he finished, he braced himself for Cara’s impatience.

Yet, unexpectedly, Cara advanced and delivered a stinging slap across his face. “Who permitted you to release her? Who?” she questioned fiercely.

His eyes widened in shock. “But… wasn’t that your command?” he stammered, pointing at Jake.

Jake, well-prepared for this moment, merely arched an eyebrow. “Yes, I took care of her release and made it seem like it was your order. You should be grateful. Continuing their mistakes would only harm you and Elma,” he retorted calmly.

Cara shook her head dismissively. “Don’t play games with me, Jake. Can you honestly swear that you intervened on my behalf? Or was it sympathy for that bitch?”

As Jake swiftly covered Elma’s ears, signaling her to leave, Cara intercepted, pulling Elma back toward her.

“Drop the act. That woman is pure trouble, and you’re no exception, always playing the victim whenever your father shows up. I’m your mother, yet you never side with me. What’s the use of keeping you around as my daughter?” Cara spat venomously at Elma.

Terrified, Elma’s tears began to flow freely.

Witnessing the scene, Jake stepped in, determined to take Elma back from Cara’s grip.

Cara, sensing Jake’s motives, grew even more incensed and doubled her efforts.

Chaos was unfolding when suddenly Clayton’s voice pierced through the turmoil. “Enough!”

Cara, taken aback by Clayton’s command, reluctantly released her grip, her cheeks burning with rage.

“Clayton,” Elma cried out, her cheeks flushed red from a slap, her arm marked with the imprints of pinches.

Clayton was somewhat frustrated with Cara. While Cara mistreating Elma in private was one thing, bullying Elma in Jake’s presence was another.

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