Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 122: Brother, Come Home Soon, Okay?

Claire Shaw stared at Damian Sutton’s moving mouth.

She remembered the summer when she ate an ice cream cone, Miranda Shaw slapped her, perforating her left eardrum, her nose bleeding drop by drop onto the scorching ground.

The cicadas sang fiercely from the treetops in the midsummer heat.

Damian Sutton’s face overlapped with Miranda Shaw’s, even the spot where they hit was the same.

At that time, her eardrum was perforated, but fortunately, it was treated promptly, and with time healed, her hearing wasn’t heavily impacted.

But today, Damian Sutton damaged her eardrum again.

Damian Sutton and Miranda Shaw were inherently malicious people; they always vented their displeasure on Claire Shaw, as if she brought them misfortune.

Claire Shaw covered her ear, and in a weak voice, asked, "Mr. Sutton, have you ever considered me your daughter all these years? Even for just a moment, were you ever proud of me?"

She accepted Miranda Shaw’s manipulation unconditionally, harboring a faint hope in her heart.

She wanted Damian Sutton to see her good side, hear his praise, receive even the slightest bit of his affection.

But in the end, no matter what she did, both Miranda Shaw and Damian Sutton felt she was a disgrace, that she shouldn’t exist in this world.

Yet they forgot that it was they who brought Claire Shaw into this world!

Damian Sutton faced her almost desperate eyes, feeling complicated inside.

He never valued this daughter, thinking that living with such a mother, she was merely a vase pushed into position by Miranda Shaw.

This world is cruel without background, not what Miranda Shaw believed that one could marry into a wealthy family merely by being beautiful.

Thinking it over carefully, this daughter never really did anything outrageous.

So he neither admitted nor denied.

Claire Shaw smiled at him and then said word by word, "I understand now, Mr. Sutton, from now on, I Claire Shaw have nothing to do with you."

"What did you say?"

"I said, I am no longer your daughter, I, Claire Shaw, have no father."

"Rebellious girl, I won’t let you speak more nonsense!"

Just as Damian Sutton raised his hand to strike Claire Shaw, a female voice came from behind, "You scoundrel, what did you do to my Luna!"

Before Damian Sutton could see clearly, Vera Lowe, with a running start from afar, made a flying kick.

She was evidently trained, directly kicking Damian Sutton three meters away.

With a "bang," Damian Sutton’s body hit the fire hydrant, making a piercing sound before crashing back to the ground.

Vera Lowe was about to strike again, but saw Claire Shaw’s flushed cheeks, bearing a few fingerprints.

Even more frightening, her ears were still bleeding!

Vera Lowe, ignoring her conflict with Damian Sutton, hurriedly ran towards Claire Shaw.

"Luna, are you alright? How are your ears?"

Claire Shaw saw Vera Lowe’s concerned face and smiled warmly, "Auntie, I’m fine, I just scared you."

Her first response wasn’t to seek medical help, but fear of alarming others.

She took tissues from her bag to wipe the blood from her fingertips, afraid Vera Lowe would, like Miranda Shaw, call her pretentious, disgusting.

This action made Vera Lowe feel heartbroken.

No wonder her son had endured so many years, cautiously winning over Claire Shaw.

This young girl really makes you feel for her.

She grabbed Claire Shaw’s hand without hesitation, "Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital."

Claire Shaw was taken to a nearby hospital and checked immediately.

Knowing that her eardrum had been repaired before, Vera Lowe was even more heartbroken.

"Sweet Luna, who hurt you?"

Claire Shaw’s face was still red, she smiled gently, "It’s all in the past, Auntie, I’m alright, just a little hearing problem, it will be fixed soon..."

Her body was suddenly hugged tightly by Vera Lowe, "Silly girl, people shouldn’t be this kind."

Claire Shaw felt stunned, but that was her only family.

As a child, she feared that even Miranda Shaw wouldn’t want her; she’d end up scavenging for food.

So even if Miranda Shaw hated her, she had to endure the grievances because only by being obedient could she have food.

Though Claire Shaw was the one injured, she instead raised her hand to pat Vera Lowe’s back, "Auntie, I’m not in pain."

"That brat left, and here you are getting in trouble; I’ll tell him to come back; you’re about to have surgery."

Claire Shaw hurriedly seized Vera Lowe’s hand, "Auntie, don’t tell him, I don’t want him distracted at work because of me."

Although Claire Shaw didn’t know precisely what Ethan Blackwood was doing, judging from the wounds on his body, it must be extremely dangerous work.

If he were really contacted, what if Ethan Blackwood got distracted and injured?

Vera Lowe furrowed her brows, faced with Claire Shaw’s pitiful expression, "Please, don’t say anything."

Vera Lowe sighed, "You and that boy are truly well-matched; come on, I’ll take you for the surgery."

Public hospital surgeries need scheduling, so Vera Lowe took Claire Shaw to a private hospital run by The Blackwood Group.

Seeing Vera Lowe appear, the doctors were all startled, "Ma’am!"

Vera Lowe let out a cold snort, "Don’t call me that, I don’t deserve it; I’ve been divorced for ages."

Claire Shaw was startled again, Ethan Blackwood never mentioned parental details to her; turns out, he wasn’t much better off, lacking a stable family as well.

Even so, the director personally came over; they seemed quite afraid of Vera Lowe.

Claire Shaw’s surgery was quickly scheduled; it was just a minor operation and wouldn’t take long.

When leaving, the director personally saw them to the car, nodding and bowing, saying, "Madam, take care."

"Hmph."

Vera Lowe was extremely proud, slamming the car door shut, shifting gears with one hand, her actions both sharp and cool, muttering under her breath, "If it weren’t for the military district being far from the city center, I wouldn’t let you go to The Blackwood Group."

Claire noticed the calluses on her hand and realized that Ethan Blackwood’s mother was just like him, a gun enthusiast.

Their family was indeed mysterious.

However, Claire was very mindful of boundaries, so she didn’t ask about things Vera Lowe didn’t mention.

Her emotions were very stable; on the way back, Vera even took her to her favorite century-old porridge shop, introducing Claire to everyone as her daughter-in-law, proudly saying her daughter-in-law was beautiful and obedient.

As they left the alley, she bought two skewers of candied hawthorn, one for Claire and one for herself. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Claire finally understood why she looked so young without makeup; she had a carefree attitude that others didn’t have.

After dropping Claire off at Silvanest, Vera leaned against the car door, saying reluctantly, "Little sticky rice ball, I have to go now, take care of yourself."

In just one day, Claire felt what it was like to be cared for, and she was a bit reluctant to part.

But she knew Vera was like Ethan, she had her own things to do.

So she didn’t insist on keeping her, "Alright, Auntie, have a safe trip."

Vera sighed at her obedient appearance, "You know, sometimes you don’t have to be so obedient. Remember, whether you and that brat end up together is up to you, not anyone else, especially not that old geezer from The Blackwood Family who’s already half in the grave. Don’t listen to a word he says."

"Okay, got it."

Claire looked at her gently, "Can I hug you?"

As the words fell, Vera already had her in a hug, "Sweet child, you’re simply irresistible."

Before getting in the car, Claire handed over a lollipop.

"Mom, a meeting gift."

Claire suddenly changed her address, and Vera jumped in excitement, "Sweetheart, say it again."

"Mom." Claire said softly, tenderly.

Vera immediately swore explosively, "Damn, I really want to take you with me, sweet daughter, I’ll bring you a gift when I come back!"

She gave Claire a kiss on the forehead, grabbed the lollipop, and got into the car.

Afraid that if she stayed any longer, she wouldn’t want to leave, because such an obedient daughter would be treasured by anyone’s family.

Claire watched Vera leave; even though she lost a father today, she gained a mother.

So wonderful.

Back in the room, Claire got ready to wash up, but found a black card in her pocket!

It must have been a gift from Vera.

Claire was a little helpless. Well, essentially, she was still a wealthy lady.

She took a shower, preparing to rest.

Looking at the bright moon, she sat by the terrace, pouring a glass of the wine she first drank when she came to Silvanest.

Back then, Ethan accompanied her, she sat in his arms, feeling his body’s warmth.

Only a day apart, and she already missed him.

As if telepathically, a video notification popped up on her phone.

Claire quickly answered, and on the other side, she saw a sky full of twinkling stars.

Ethan Blackwood’s voice came through the line, "Luna, are you asleep?"

The moment she heard his voice, Claire thought of the grievances she suffered today.

Claire wanted to bury herself in his arms and seek comfort.

But she didn’t want to trouble Ethan; her left ear had not fully recovered, but fortunately, she had one good ear.

Claire suppressed all her grievances, with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, "No."

Ethan turned the camera, revealing his sharp jawline, but when he looked at her, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

Claire only let him see her profile, afraid he would notice the swelling on her face.

"Baby, turn around, let me see you." His husky voice was especially seductive in the night wind.

Claire rested her chin on her hand, using her fingers to cover her cheek; despite this, Ethan sensed that something was wrong with her mood.

"Did someone bully you?"

"No? Mom spent the day with me, she’s such a wonderful person, doting on me endlessly, how could I be wronged?"

Claire didn’t mention her ruptured eardrum, sweetly acting coy, "Brother, come back soon, okay?"

"Alright..."

"I really, really miss you after just one day."

Ethan’s voice was hoarse, "What do you miss about me?"

Claire’s fingertips curled, gently biting the nail of her pinky, pouting with a seductive expression.

"I miss your kisses, hugs, and also..."

Claire paused for a moment, her eyes flirty, "Brother’s warm body temperature."