Chapter 91: Why Does She Deserve It?

No, it’s not just discomfort; it’s a deep sense of crisis. This urgent pressure made beads of sweat appear on his forehead, though those around him did not notice his anomaly. He quickly scanned his surroundings, only to find the air seemed to have stagnated, as if all faces were covered in a layer of vague shadows. "Why her?" These four words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth. He was acutely aware that once William Foster and Clara Bennett’s relationship was publicized, the entire situation would undergo a drastic change. Moreover, Clara Bennett was not simple; this was something he knew perfectly well. If they really got married, and Clara harbored resentment towards him, William might help her take it out on him—wouldn’t that mean trouble for him? At this thought, Samuel Grant’s face instantly turned as pale as a sheet of paper. He knew Clara Bennett was not someone easy to deal with; her depth was much greater than what showed on the surface. If she truly joined hands with William and rode on his power to do as she pleased, wouldn’t that make him like a wingless bird, at her mercy? This hypothetical scene sent a cold shiver through his body, even making his palms sweat. So he suddenly lifted his head, forcing a last bit of dignity as he asked, "Are you really going to get a marriage license with my uncle?" His words carried an undeniable tension and doubt, and his tone unintentionally rose a notch, drawing the attention of those nearby. Clara Bennett smiled slightly, "Of course, dear nephew. So when will you and your partner make it official?" Her tone was gentle and sweet, but with an underlying menace. The teasing tone of her last sentence was more like the tip of a knife, provoking Samuel Grant’s fragile nerves. Her eyes were clear and bright, with a slight curve at her lips, seemingly unbothered by the possible anger or retaliation from the other side. But in reality, she had already prepared herself mentally for whatever situation might erupt next. Indeed, Samuel Grant’s expression stiffened even more because of her words, his fake smile gradually faltering, revealing some gloom and embarrassment. Daisy Stone seemed unable to hold back any longer and suddenly lunged at Clara Bennett, "Clara, see if I don’t tear your mouth apart!" This abrupt action caused a stir among the crowd. Daisy Stone, her eyes red, charged at Clara like a wild beast gone mad, her hands clawing towards Clara’s face. Her nails, painted in bright red, reflected a gleaming light under the sun, sending a shiver down onlookers’ spines. No one expected Daisy Stone would burst out publicly, not even Clara Bennett was prepared, but the latter still remained calm and even made no move to dodge. A sharp slap sound echoed, a palm landing precisely on Daisy Stone’s face. The sound was incredibly loud, like a heavy hammer striking the eardrums, stunning everyone present. Daisy Stone’s attack had not touched Clara in the slightest before being intercepted by the latter’s precise moves. Following that, Clara’s hand swung down fiercely, the crisp sound of the slap spread around, even the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Daisy, after receiving a slap, staggered a few steps, then fell to the ground, her face quickly showing a red imprint of five fingers, in utter disgrace. Samuel Grant hurried to drag the maddened Daisy away, harshly reprimanding, "Are you done making a scene yet? Being indulgent with you all day, spoiled, aren’t you! Embarrassing! Now get back in the car right away!" His voice was almost a roar, veins bulging on his forehead, his expression filled with unprecedented anger and helplessness. One hand gripping Daisy’s arm firmly, pulling her up from the ground, disregarding her struggles and pleas. Clearly, the scene just now had thoroughly humiliated him, especially being subjected to such shame in a public setting. Samuel Grant pulled Daisy along with a grim face, still cursing under his breath, showing no sign of stopping. Clara Bennett stood to one side, covering her mouth, pretending to look surprised. Her demeanor was virtually perfect, an appearance of ultimate innocence making it almost impossible to detect any pretense. But just when those slender fingers covered her lips, her eyes flashed a flicker of cunning and disdain. "What a fool." She sneered internally, watching the two figures fade away, the corners of her lips curving slightly, "Turns out Samuel Grant is capable of only this much, can’t control women, nor hide his own weakness." Daisy Stone, tears in her eyes, glared at Clara Bennett, then turned and ran away. Her face bore grievances and resentment, her steps hurried yet disordered, wiping her tears as she ducked into the car’s back seat, slamming the door shut. Even as the distance widened, that pair of hate-filled eyes remained locked on Clara Bennett, as if two flames were burning within them, wishing to consume her entirely. After the car drove away, the crowd gradually dispersed, the talks slowly died down, yet the air was still filled with a subtle sense of tension. Samuel Grant looked terribly displeased, his tone softened as he explained, "Daisy Stone is pregnant, her emotions are unstable, hope you won’t take it to heart." After he said this, there was a hint of exhaustion and compromise in his voice, the sharp edge in his gaze now gone. At this moment, he was more like any ordinary man worn out by life, attempting to regain some dignity through an apology. But at the same time, he also knew Clara Bennett might not necessarily be pacified by this explanation, so he could only maintain a humble attitude as much as possible, hoping to ease the tension between them. Clara Bennet waved her hand, "I don’t care, if you want to discipline her, you can do it yourself, however you want with her has nothing to do with me." She responded casually, her voice almost cold in its indifference. Her hands were in her pockets, her body casually leaned against the railing, her posture lazy and leisurely. But any discerning person could see this was just her way of concealing her inner show. In fact, she had already precisely controlled the process and outcome of this farce in her mind, never swaying in the slightest due to Samuel Grant or Daisy Stone’s performance. Samuel Grant’s eyes flashed with a touch of annoyance, "I would never try to coax her, I don’t have any—" The words abruptly stopped, his Adam’s apple moving up and down, as if forcefully swallowing some displeasure back into his stomach. Then, his brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, clearly trying to suppress the discontent in his heart. "Enough." He silently urged himself not to continue, knowing that what he said next might worsen the situation further. "Stop." Clara Bennett decisively interrupted his unfinished expression, raising an eyebrow, her gaze filled with scrutiny and contempt. Her tone was straightforward and crisp, leaving no room for discussion. Then, she tilted her head slightly, supplementing with a seemingly playful smile, "We’re already through; how you treat her is your business and none of mine." Samuel Grant quietly watched Clara Bennett, his gaze growing more complex.