جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 260

At the Voss mansion, the atmosphere immediately turned tense the moment Damien returned without Clara. Lucien was already waiting in the entrance hall with a very cold expression. Tristan stood beside him, while several bodyguards looked restless in the background. As soon as Damien entered, Lucien stepped closer. "Where is she?" Lucien asked, his voice low but filled with restrained anger. "She ran," Damien answered shortly, still catching his breath. "We ran into Leon Harrington in the village. Clara accidentally bumped into him. Her ice cream spilled. He recognized her, then Clara panicked and ran. I confronted Harrington briefly before coming back." Lucien paused for a moment, then exploded. "You were careless! I said safe area, not an area where her adoptive father could roam freely! How could you let Clara go out and run straight into Harrington? What's the point of bodyguards if they can't prevent such a stupid collision?" Damien stared at his brother without backing down

Clara was dragged into Elias Voss's main mansion roughly.The guards didn't give her a chance to look around. A black cloth was tied over her eyes the moment she stepped out of the car. Her hands were held, her plump body pushed forward through a corridor that felt long and cold. Their footsteps echoed on the stone floor. Clara tried to count the turns, but her mind was still too scrambled.Finally, she was stopped. Someone pushed her shoulders down until she was seated in a chair. The cloth over her eyes was yanked off roughly.The room's light struck her directly. Clara squinted, then her eyes widened.Before her, behind a large dark wooden desk, sat a man in his late fifties. Black hair streaked with grey, a firm face with deep lines, empty eyes staring at her. Clara knew immediately.This was him.Her biological father.The man who had impregnated Enna and never bothered to check on her. The man whose blood ran through Clara's veins—the very reason the Voss family was holding her

They arrived at their mansion past midnight.Clara walked in with heavy steps, still supported by Damien on one side and Tristan on the other. Lucien walked ahead, opening doors, then ensuring additional guards were posted around the house. The mansion's usual oppressive atmosphere now felt silent and heavy.Once Clara's bedroom door was closed, she stood in the middle of the room and looked at the three men one by one."I'm ready to die now. Just do it. Don't delay any longer."They only stayed silent.No one moved. No one answered. Lucien stood near the window, Damien by the door, Tristan at the foot of the bed. The silence made Clara let out a small, bitter laugh."You all lied. Everything you ever told me. About why you were looking for me. About blood debt. About protection. Especially about that night in Nice. I don't even remember anything. You made up stories to make me feel guilty and stay here, didn't you?"Lucien turned. His eyes were dark, but his voice was calm."That par

Clara stood in front of Lucien's bedroom door for quite a while before finally knocking.It was already evening. She just stared at the wooden door before her, took a deep breath, then raised her hand.A soft knock."Come in," Lucien's voice came from inside.Clara opened the door. Lucien sat behind his desk, white shirt with sleeves rolled up, several documents scattered in front of him. He looked up, and for a moment his expression shifted when he saw Clara standing at the threshold with a serious face."Clara."Clara closed the door behind her but didn't step too far in. She stood in the middle of the room, hands clasped in front of her stomach."I've made my decision. I'm going back to London."Lucien didn't react immediately. He set down the pen he'd been holding, then leaned back in his chair. His eyes stared at Clara without blinking."Go on."Clara took a breath. "Here, I met my biological father. I saw for myself how he looked at me. He doesn't care. Not at all. He even laugh

Clara turned quickly.Lucien stood a few meters behind the car, wearing a black coat, his face calm as usual. In his hand was a small dark-colored box. No Voss guards were visible nearby—he came alone.Leon immediately tensed. Sebastian and Adrian, standing near the trunk, also grew alert. But Clara had already opened the car door and stepped out before anyone could stop her."Lucien…"Lucien walked closer, stopping at a respectful distance. He opened the box in his hand and took out a simple necklace. The pendant was small and round, silver, with no flashy engravings. He held it out to Clara."As a memento," he said flatly.Clara stared at the necklace, then accepted it with trembling hands. Her fingers closed around the pendant, still warm from Lucien's grip."Don't set foot in Italy again without an escort. Your name has been marked here. Especially since your biological father is starting to stir trouble again after that meeting. If you come back alone, I can't guarantee what will