fantishu
Chapter 378
Maybe Connor had been harboring his own twisted plans since he was just a kid. After all, given how she treated him, how could he possibly be kind to her child?
Claire knew Pax was acting out these days, so she didn't want to fight him head-on. She put on a warm smile, patted his shoulder, and said, "Look at you, all disheveled. Go back, take a good shower, and I'll have a feast ready for you all."
The trio returned to the stables.
Diana was safe, having been retrieved by one of the riding coaches. She was still visibly shaken, though.
When she spotted Connor, she ran over and hugged him tightly around the waist. "Uncle Connor..."
She had just heard from the coach who saved her that it was Connor who had sent him. They also reviewed the surveillance footage from the track. Both her and Chloe's horses had lost control simultaneously. Uncle Connor had run straight towards her without a second thought. That was enough for her. As for why he came back with Chloe, she didn't want to know.
Diana buried herself in Connor's arms, tears streaming down her face. “Uncle Connor, I thought I'd never see you again.”
Seeing Diana unharmed was a relief for Connor. He patted her shoulder and gently pushed her away, comforting her, "It's good that you're okay. Now, no more tears."
The recently repaired Lovebot also stumbled into view. The livestream, which had been offline for an hour, suddenly came back to life.
[Wow, it's back!]Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
[Thank heavens, Chloe and Diana are both okay]
[Seeing Diana cry in Connor's arms is so touching. Did this ordeal bring them closer, revealing their true feelings for each other? Are they finally together?]
[I don't know why, but I'm not rooting for them anymore. Poor Chloe, being used as a pawn]
[Chloe, if it's too much, we can just drop out]
Chloe watched with a blank expression as Diana crashed into Connor's embrace. Connor's instinctive rush towards Diana during the crisis was proof enough of her importance to him. Well... best wishes to them.
"Diana, it's been so long, you've grown so much," a woman's voice called from behind Connor.
Diana's body went rigid. She almost couldn't believe it. Connor had just looked at Diana, and at that moment, she got a clear view of Claire's face. That woman seemed to never age.
Apart from a moment of shock,
Diana's expression turned as if she had seen a ghost. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she
involuntarily stepped back. But
Connor gently held her trembling shoulders, his voice soft yet firm, "Say hello."
Diana was terrified. She hadn't seen Claire in years, but this woman always appeared in her nightmares. That smiling, seemingly gentle and calm face was the nightmare of their entire family. Diana knew she had to face this woman sooner or later. With Connor's encouragement, she tried to control her emotions. "Ms... Claire, it's been a long time.”
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Claire approached, her gaze fixed on Diana's face, as if carefully examining her features. Then, with a light laugh, she said, "You're becoming more and more like your mother. The charm of someone raised by a mistress is indeed pitiful, yet so contrived."