Chapter 92: Give Up Completely

His pupils slightly contracted, mixed with confusion, resentment, and some indescribable emotions. During this long gaze, he found that he couldn’t see through the woman before him at all. The obedient, dependent girl from before was gone, replaced by an independent, resilient opponent who overshadowed him everywhere. This transformation not only caught him off guard but also stirred up many long-buried feelings of unwillingness and humiliation. But he knew that now was not the time to vent. Perhaps he was considering his options, and suddenly, as if he made up his mind, he abruptly lifted his head, staring directly at Clara Bennett, with a meaningful curve at his lips. He slowly opened his mouth, his voice carrying a solemnity that couldn’t be explained: "Clara Bennett, we’ve been together for so long, and I’ve never made things clear. Now I should finally tell you. Consider it a bit of conscience from me, a little closure for myself." Clara Bennett raised her eyebrows upon hearing this, her face showing a mocking smile. Her lips twisted slightly as a faint snort escaped her nose: "Oh? This guy can actually talk about ’conscience’? The sun must have risen from the west." Despite finding Samuel Grant’s sudden mention of "conscience" both amusing and absurd, she couldn’t resist the curiosity rising in her heart. Her eyebrows slightly arched, her tone casual yet tinged with interest. "Alright, I’m all ears. I’m curious to see what you can come up with." Seeing her not interrupt, but instead showing some earnestness in listening, Samuel Grant organized his thoughts, speaking slowly, each word weighed carefully. "You know, our Foster family is incredibly strict about choosing a daughter-in-law. Whether it’s background, personality, or reputation, each has to stand the test. Don’t think you can use shortcuts, like crawling into someone’s bed, to find a foothold in the Foster family and become the true protagonist." After saying this, he paused slightly, seemingly to observe the changes on Clara Bennett’s face. Then his tone became sharper, with a hint of sarcasm. "Take yourself for example, do you think sleeping in the same bed with my uncle gives you peace of mind? What makes you think, in his eyes, that this isn’t a serious matter? Perhaps he simply sees you as a pastime, just casually playing around." He paused, his gaze dark and seemingly having played out all possible scenarios to the extreme. "Moreover, someone like you, since you can crawl into someone else’s bed, how can others be sure you won’t do the same thing again in the future? You managed to climb into my uncle’s bed today, who’s to say you won’t latch onto another man tomorrow?" At this point, Samuel Grant deliberately intensified his tone, his eyes filled with disdain and scorn. "Besides, it’s a man who boldly steals his nephew’s woman for personal desire. Do you think that’s what normal people do?" To further provoke Clara Bennett while adding more "reasonable" basis to his speculation, Samuel Grant sneered, adding casually yet aggressively: "Need a reminder? That Daisy Stone... was also maybe one of his targets before!" Even before he finished speaking, he himself showed a triumphant expression. Actually, such words could be deemed too sensational, purely subjective speculation without foundation. However, Samuel Grant apparently had his plans and reasons. Not long ago, Daisy Stone had publicly admitted one thing: she expressed having some feelings for William Foster. The situation then was entirely orchestrated by Samuel Grant, yet even so, once this suspicion was buried in one’s heart, it would quietly root like an invisible seed, constantly growing and spreading. Perhaps it seemed as simple as it appeared on the surface, just unilateral affection from Daisy Stone. But one couldn’t ignore another possibility. Was it entirely impossible that William Foster actively went to stir her emotions? This kind of ambiguous attitude had already complicated the issue significantly. Anyway, for Samuel Grant, these things weren’t important. He always held onto one principle: if he couldn’t get what he wanted himself, he didn’t want to see others living comfortably and freely either. Clara Bennett and William Foster’s relationship developing smoothly? That was absolutely impossible! Thinking this, the coldness on his face intensified further. Upon hearing this, Clara Bennett’s entire expression suddenly froze, her gaze like a blade piercing toward Samuel Grant. After a while, her eyes showed more scrutiny, more vigilance. She squinted her eyes, scanning up and down this man who was spewing nonsense and finally coldly questioned: "Samuel Grant, are you trying to tell me—everyone in the Foster family is abnormal?" This sentence seemed to pluck a tight string deep in Samuel Grant’s heart. In the next moment, he smiled maliciously, a nasty grin spreading across his face. Tired of pretending, Samuel Grant simply forgot his reputation and harshly criticized his relatives. "Maybe! I once snatched my older brother’s woman, and what about my uncle? Even better, directly snatched you from my hands. As for whether there exists something called moral limits... huh, maybe everyone in the Foster family is sick and abnormal!" Each word he uttered was like a release of malice, with an air of suffocating oppression gradually spreading. After all, his reputation was already ruined, dragging William Foster down with him wasn’t a loss. Clara Bennett laughed coldly: "Oh, so William Foster dares to give me a status, do you dare to give Daisy Stone an identity?" Samuel Grant was momentarily speechless: "..." Clara Bennett continued her jab: "She even bore a child for you! If you’re a man, learn something from your uncle!" After finishing, Clara Bennett turned and left without hesitation. Samuel Grant stared at her back, clenching his fists, his face filled with unwillingness, finally shouting: "Clara Bennett! I genuinely like you! We have childhood feelings! What is William Foster anyway?" Clara Bennett’s steps subtly paused but she didn’t turn back, continuing to walk away. Samuel Grant’s eyes turned cold, showing a sinister expression. He had already guessed there surely were some stories between Clara Bennett and William Foster, but now he planned to stubbornly maintain: the one who saw her in childhood must be him! Do you two plan to live a good life together? Clara Bennett, don’t dream about it, no way! ... Clara Bennett left the room and got into the car. William Foster glanced at the time, raised an eyebrow: "Why did you take so long?" Clara Bennett lazily reached out to remove the ice pack from his hand: "Ran into Samuel Grant."