Chapter 4 CHA

"Dmn, you don't add to my reputation, do you? How did you let yourself be bullied like this?" Oliver casually took his phone and dialed. "Give me two guys. My assistant has been bullied. Go and mess that i***t up who bullied her."

"Mr. Whitfield! That woman's in hospital now, so it's no good taking it out on her. Now I'm the one she wants to take it out on." I tried to hold Oliver back.

"Well done!" Oliver's face lit up at once. "It's okay. No one takes it out on you when I'm present. Get up and let's go!"

"Let's go?" I was puzzled.

"Why? You want to stay here?" Oliver said, walking away. I sat for a while, then stood up and followed him.

No one stopped me. I followed Oliver and left the police station without anyone stopping me. As we reached the car park, Oliver suddenly stopped and burst out laughing as he looked at me.

Oliver had suddenly burst out laughing. I watched him laugh. It took a while before he finally stopped.

"D*mn, Clara Whitmore, you can be something, can't you? You're so ugly and can't do anything right. But to my surprise, you're really fierce. What kind of man would dare to want a woman like you?"

Oliver's words were always mean. I looked down and didn't say anything.

Not minding if I was offended or not, Oliver continued, "It's all your fault. Wasted my time when I was going to be f*cking Phoebe. What a killjoy. Get yourself a taxi and leave. This month's bonus will be halved!"

With that, he entered the car and drove away. I stood for some time and then walked with heavy steps to a nearby bus stop.

Five minutes after I had left, a stylish Aston Martin pulled into the police station car park. Edward was seated in the rear while his assistant, Harvey Collins, emerged and opened the door. "Mr. Harrington, would you like to go in and have a look?"

"No, you go. Tell her not to do that again. I'm letting her off this time."

Harvey nodded and went into the police station. Edward's eyes trailed after Harvey while his heart was vexed at the recollection of Clara's humiliated face.

"Clara Whitmore, weren't you so untamed? Didn't you spend money like feces and walk away without desiring a cent? Can't you f*cking live a better life? What does it mean to be a waitress and look so disheveled?" Edward thought.

He took the pack of cigarettes, drew out a cigarette, and lit it. As he puffed, Harvey appeared. "Mr. Harrington, madam has been taken away!"

"Taken away? By whom? Rupert Sinclair?" Edward shot three questions consecutively. Harvey shook his head and said, "No, it's Oliver Whitfield!"

"Oliver Whitfield? Hah!" Edward despised. Oliver and Rupert were close friends. To sweep Clara off that quickly, one could only wonder how special she was in Rupert's life.

Edward squeezed the cigarette in his hand hard and grunted, "Let's go."

At the bus stop, I waited for thirty minutes before the bus came at last. When I got home, my uncle, Ashton Stone, was in the living room watching TV. Catching sight of me in a mess when I came in, he was startled. "Clara, what's wrong with you?"

"I encountered a b*tch!" Of course, I wouldn't keep it from my uncle.

"Clara, you shouldn't have come back! How nice for you to be with Rupert every day."

"Uncle, I cannot always be by his side. I don't want my status to drag him down. Besides, you're not well, so I worry about you."

"Oh dear, it's all my fault. I'm getting old and causing you bother!" Ashton sighed.

"It's alright. I will not be in Bristol for long. The Parableutions has started its new company in Seaview City. I might get posted to work there one day. Then we can relocate from Bristol and leave these b*stards behind."

At the Clarke's residence, Imogen promptly got out of the car and entered the living room. "Mum, I'm home!"

Vanessa Harlow, who was sitting in the lounge, looked up and saw Imogen with disheveled hair and a soiled dress. Vanessa, shocked, questioned, "What had happened?"

"Let's go upstairs." Imogen nodded in the direction of the domestic worker sitting in the lounge and headed upstairs as she dragged Vanessa by the hand. She shut the door behind her and immediately cried out, "Mum, Clara Whitmore is back. What are we going to do?"

"What did you say? Clara Whitmore is back? Is that true?" Vanessa was surprised at this news.

"It's true. I've met her at the party tonight. She's doing worse and went so far as being a waitress at the party." answered Imogen, telling Vanessa everything that took place that night.

"You're such an impossible person, why did you tease her at this time?" Vanessa complained.

"How could I not enrage her? Mum, think about it. Why would this b*tch appear at this time after three years of disappearance?" There was anger on Imogen's face. "She must have found out that Edward and I are to be engaged, so she appeared intentionally."

"Is that so?" responded Vanessa.

"It has to be. I took Edward from her and she's bitter. I'm scared she'll look for Edward. It's better that we take the first step to have the upper hand."

"This is a good idea, but as for your father, he has been worrying about this little b*tch. If he knew she came back, he would definitely go and look for her. This is something worrisome!"

"So you have to think of something quickly."

"Let me think for a second. We cannot let her and your father's affair be exposed. Otherwise, it will be a disaster!" Vanessa cried out with a face full of resentment.