Chapter 203 Chapter 203
Clara sat by her big mirror, painting her nails slowly. Her phone was beside her, and she was scrolling through the news when she saw it — a photo of Adrian and Savannah holding hands in front of a children’s hospital. The headline said, “Billionaire Adrian Blake and wife Savannah expecting their second child.”
Her hand froze. The nail polish brush dropped on the floor.
“What?” she said in shock, her voice rising. “Savannah is pregnant?”
Her heart started beating fast, but not from joy — from pure anger. She stood up so fast her chair almost fell.
“She’s having another baby for him?” Clara hissed, pacing the room. “No… no… this can’t be happening.”
She threw the phone on the bed and grabbed her hair with both hands. Memories of Adrian laughing with her, kissing her, holding her — all those fake sweet moments — started flashing in her head.
“She took everything from me,” Clara whispered, breathing heavily. “Adrian, his love, his family… everything.”
Her eyes turned cold. She walked to the window, staring outside at the busy city. “If I can’t have him, she won’t have peace either,” she said in a low angry voice.
She grabbed her phone again and called one of the men she used before — the same old man who worked as a gardener in Adrian’s mansion.
When he picked up, Clara said slowly, “We need to meet. Tonight.”
The man sounded tired. “Madam, please… I don’t want to be part of this anymore.”
Clara’s tone changed. “You don’t have a choice, old man. I still have those pictures of your daughter. You know what I can do.”
There was silence. Then he sighed deeply. “Alright, madam. Where should I come?”
Clara smiled wickedly. “My usual spot. The old restaurant behind Westwood Mall. Eight o’clock.”
When she ended the call, she went back to her mirror and looked at her reflection.
Her face was calm, but her eyes were burning with jealousy.
“So Savannah thinks she’s living in peace,” Clara said slowly. “Let’s see how peaceful she’ll be when her baby is gone.”
Hours later, night came and the restaurant was quiet. The gardener, Mr. Roland, came in wearing his old brown jacket. He sat down and waited.
A few minutes later, Clara walked in wearing a long red coat and dark glasses. She sat in front of him and crossed her legs.
“You came,” she said flatly.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied softly, looking down. “Please, what do you want this time?”
Clara leaned forward and whispered, “I want you to help me again. This time, I don’t want the boy. I want his mother.”
Mr. Roland looked up in fear. “You mean Savannah?”
Clara nodded slowly. “Yes. She’s pregnant again. I want her taken away. Quietly.”
The old man gasped. “Madam, no! That’s too dangerous. Her husband will never forgive anyone who touches her.”
Clara smiled faintly. “He won’t find out it’s me.”
Mr. Roland shook his head. “Please, madam, I don’t want blood on my hands.”
Clara’s voice turned cold. “You don’t want blood, but you took my money before. Do you think I forgot?”
He tried to speak, but she slammed her purse on the table, making him jump.
“You will find someone to help you,” she said, her eyes sharp. “I don’t care how you do it. I want Savannah out of his life. For good.”
Mr. Roland looked around nervously. “And what if she dies?”
Clara smiled. “Then I’ll finally sleep in peace.”
The old man shivered. He knew she meant it.
Clara stood up and fixed her coat. “You have three days. Don’t fail me.”
She left the restaurant, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.
Mr. Roland sat there for a long time, holding his head in his hands. He whispered, “This woman is possessed.”
But he also knew he was trapped. Clara had something on him that could destroy his family.
Outside, Clara walked to her car with a cold smile on her face. The night air was chilly, but she didn’t feel it. Her heart was full of hate.
“Enjoy your peace while it lasts, Savannah,” she muttered as she started her engine. “Because soon… your world will come crashing down.”
And with that, she drove off into the dark night — ready to do anything to destroy the woman she hated most.