Clank!

An expensive antique vase was thrown against the hard floor.

Clara was smashing things like a crazy woman inside the luxurious bedroom of the Bradley villa.

“Cristelle had Linford’s babies? When did that happen? Why didn’t anyone tell me about this? How come you didn’t know until now?”

Clara was not that elegant, high-class lady anymore. Instead, she looked like she was out of her mind.

Zoe was quivering, “Clara, just relax. Those journalists are making things up. If the babies’ father were really Linford, his dad would have taken the babies back to the main house, but he barely said anything. It just proved that the news was...