He turned his head, staring intently at Clara on the sofa, and walked over step by step. Before Clara could speak, he grabbed her wrist with a force so strong it felt like he wanted to crush her bones.
"Clara, you've disappointed me so much!" His voice was filled with disgust and anger. "It's just a necklace, is it really that big of a deal? Hand it over right now, or I'll kick you out!"
The sharp pain in her wrist caused Clara's fingertips to curl slightly.
She looked up at the blurry outline in front of her, and a memory suddenly flashed through her mind.
That year, she had just entered the industry and was falsely accused of plagiarizing design drafts. Everyone pointed their fingers at her and cursed her, but only Liam stood firmly by her side, holding her hand and saying, "I believe you, Niannian, you are not that kind of person."
At that time, the trust in his eyes was like a ray of light, illuminating her entire world.
But what about now?
He didn't even bother to ask, "Did you do it?", and didn't even give her a chance to explain.
Just because of a few tears from Vanessa, he was convinced that she had stolen something.