Chapter 4
“I think Sab is right. Since you’re leaving, then leave exactly the way you came.”
Ethan lifted his chin, his eyes cold as they bored into mine.
Something inside me cracked.
I had tried so hard to leave with dignity, to walk out with my head held high. But Ethan’s words-
so cruel, so deliberate-stripped me of the last bit of strength I had.
“Sab, stop this nonsense!” Mr. Linwood slammed the table, anger rising in his voice.
But I raised my hand gently to stop him.
Then, without a word, I unfastened my watch and began to remove my evening gown, piece by piece.
“Claire, don’t-don’t listen to them!” Mr. Linwood hurried forward to stop me.
I gave him a faint smile. “It’s alright, Sir. I know exactly who should bear the shame here.” The message was clear: This wasn’t about the Linwood family. It was between me and Sabrina. Across the room, Sabrina leaned smugly into Ethan, flashing a wicked grin.
“Okay, okay! No need to take your underwear off-just get lost already,” he snorted, waving me off like I was filth. Then he turned to Ethan and kissed him with exaggerated enthusiasm, as if to mark her victory.
Ethan stood there, avoiding my gaze. His shoulders were stiff. His guilt-visible, but too weak to change anything.
I inhaled deeply.
Then, barefoot and draped in nothing but the remnants of my dignity, I walked out of the Linwood family home-the place I once called home for decades.
To my surprise, a crowd had gathered outside.
Dozens of reporters surrounded the entrance. Most were from financial and medical outlets. Some had even interviewed me before.
But today, their eyes were sharp, their voices sharpened into weapons.
‘Miss Foster! Is it true the wedding was postponed because the young master of the Linwood Corporation didn’t love you?”
‘Claire, how does it feel watching the man you love choose another woman?”
‘Were you kicked out? What’s next-working on an assembly line?”
A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd.
I didn’t need to guess who had orchestrated this.
I looked at the microphones pointed at me, then calmly reached for one. “To everyone here hoping to see me fall-just wait. Time will tell the truth.” No applause. Only ridicule.
“She’s still acting like someone important!”
“What a joke-without the Linwood family, she’s nothing!”
“She talks like she’s still their chief scientist!”
I ignored them.
Straightening my back, I walked through the chaos with quiet resolve.
They thought I had lost everything.
But they didn’t know-I was the one who had let it all go.
Once I was beyond their line of sight, a sleek, low-profile Rolls-Royce sedan stopped in front of
The door opened. A silver-haired man stepped out, dignified and calm.
“Dr. Foster,” he said solemnly, “on behalf of the National Laboratory, we welcome you home.”
I smiled and shook his hand.
Even if I was now barefoot, stripped of everything, those who truly understood my worth never cared about appearances.
“Thank you, Director. I’m ready to dedicate the rest of my life to the lab.”
I stepped into the car without hesitation.
1:50 pm DS
