Chapter 132
- Clara Whitmore's POV
- I watched Rupert Sinclair leave and experienced the familiar, icy cramp in my stomach tighten.
- "Rupert, if it wasn't for your working so hard to support my wife and kids, I would've beaten you senseless!" growled Edward Harrington, his voice an exasperated, low mutter that still had the ability to vibrate in the Rosewood Manor living room.