Chapter 329: Claire North’s Despair (Part 1)

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Claire North’s Despair (Part 1)


Everyone felt gut-punched, their faces looking as if they had swallowed shit.


Indeed, you didn’t "personally" hit anyone, but you incited others to do it.


But who would believe this if said aloud?


Someone might just ask back, if others told you to hit, you did, and if they told you to swallow shit, would you?


Moreover, who did they just hit?


The Hawthorne Family!


Bordering on life and death just now, and everyone joined in, adhering to the principle of collective action, no accountability, shut the door and let it happen.


Now the door is open, everything is out in the daylight, who dares confess to the beating?


They wish to dig a hole and bury themselves one by one.


Piping up now means seeking death.


They’re not stupid.


Not only did they endure a beating, they now have to face Vincent Hawthorne’s incredibly dark face.


Raina North curled her lips, uninterested in her father-in-law’s glaring gaze.


If you dare to scheme against her, then be ready for the consequences.


Silence enveloped the reception room, Claire North anxiously looked around, seeing Vincent defeated, her face turned deathly pale.


"Why aren’t you saying anything? Why aren’t you speaking? It was clearly Raina North who poisoned, incited you to kill, you, you, and you... all of you struck, I saw it."


Those she called out instantly looked sour.


"Apothecary North, stop talking nonsense, I was poisoned just now, and had no strength, how could I hit anyone?"


"You hit my face, don’t think I don’t know." Claire could still feel the sting on her face, she’d never forget their aggressive stance for the rest of her life.


"Apothecary North, stop accusing people, you slipped and fell, cutting your face, what’s that got to do with us?"


"Right, Apothecary North, you’re always so calcium deficient that you often trip while walking, the whole Veridian Institute of Medicine knows. Except when you fall, there’s always a man around."


...


The sarcasm pierced her ears; Claire’s chest heaved violently in anger.


"You’re bullying me! What did Raina offer you? Why won’t you tell the truth?" Claire bit her lip in grievance, tears welling in her eyes.


"Apothecary North, we don’t care to get involved in the grievances between you sisters, we honestly didn’t see Apothecary Raina poison anyone nor hit anyone personally. Instead of crying here, why not think about how to prove your innocence?" Everyone present wasn’t foolish, why were they here in the first place? Because Claire dragged them along.


Claire used them against Raina, but ended up losing out herself, dragging them into trouble.


In the end, it’s all because of her sisters.


But Raina clearly has The Hell King Hawthorne protecting her, they’re not to be messed with.


But who does Claire North think she is? A wild chicken from the sticks daring to scheme against them!


"Exactly, Assistant Lynch just said that everyone, including Apothecary Raina, was poisoned, except you were fine, how do you explain that?"


"That’s Raina’s doing on purpose." Claire felt bitter hatred; Raina daring to scheme like this was utterly shameless.


"Who believes that? Everyone at the Veridian Institute of Medicine knows, Apothecary Raina usually doesn’t even look your way, and if she encounters you on the road, she pretends you don’t exist. Based on your mutual animosity, if she truly poisoned just to torture, would she spare only you? If she had such a chance, not victimizing you would be considered merciful, do you truly believe in sisterly affection?"


The grudge within The North Family is well known in social circles; Claire usually acts all fake-close-sisters in public, but poor Raina, who should act along, treats her like air.


"Yeah, I’m curious about what you mean by ’on purpose.’ Coming from your mouth, I supposedly poisoned even my own father-in-law without sparing, why would I spare you, my enemy? Is it because your face is large or because you’re cheap?" Raina tilted her head in retort, the sarcasm at her lips stung Claire’s eyes.