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Ryan stormed over and immediately pulled Claire behind him, shielding her.
Claire shot me a triumphant smile.
She was claiming her territory.
I could feel my blood boiling.
I didn’t care who Ryan wanted to protect, but if Claire thought she could openly frame me, she was mistaken!
I coldly bent down to pick up the divorce papers, walked right up to Claire, and slapped them against her face again.
Ryan moved to stop me, but it was too late.
I glared at Claire fiercely:
“See it clearly? Next time you try to frame me, at least make it convincing!”
Claire’s face flushed red on one side.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked pitifully at Ryan.
“Ryan, I didn’t…”
Ryan’s brow furrowed deeply, and he pulled Claire even further behind him.
His eyes pierced through me: “Can you leave her out of this? Why are you acting like a lunatic?”
“I’ve heard this a thousand times before, I replied calmly, unfazed.
“If you don’t want your assistant to be hurt again, just sign the divorce papers.”
Ryan’s face was tense with anger, but after a moment, he turned to Claire with a professional tone:
“Sorry, my wife didn’t mean it. Consider this a workplace injury. Keep your receipts, and the company will reimburse you.”
“You’ve worked hard these past few days. You can head home now.”
“Thank you, Mr. Carter” Claire gave a soft, grateful reply before gathering her things and leaving the room.
Once she was gone, I followed Ryan into the suite.
The moment we stepped inside, he pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck:
“Nina, don’t you have any compassion? That night, I woke up to see you had been calling me repeatedly, saying you wanted a divorce. I panicked, speeding home, and ended up in the car accident.”
“And now you don’t even visit me in the hospital. You still want to go through with the divorce.”
His voice broke as he clung to me like a lost puppy:
“Nina, please, have mercy on me.”
