44. Kill My Sister

Chapter Forty Four

Clara was jolted awake by the sound of someone bashing into her house like a mad person. Heart pounding, she got out of bed and hurried downstairs.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Stella stumbling into the house. Stella looked scared, weak, and unkempt. Her clothes were torn, her hair dishevelled, and her eyes wide with fear.

"What’s wrong?" Clara asked with fake concern, masking her true feelings. She already knew what was wrong with Stella.

"I don’t know," Stella replied, her voice trembling. "Something seems off and my husband, Declan, is nowhere to be found. I feel so bad that I don’t know much about him so that I can look for him."

Clara's expression hardened slightly. "Stop worrying about that low-ass poor man," she said dismissively. "He is nothing to you, and he makes your position and status in society look so bad."

But Stella continued to cry. "I still want to talk to him. I need to find him."

Clara’s patience was wearing thin. "You’re sa