Chapter 332: Chapter 332: For Peace of Mind
’Then just stop being a damned journalist. Be a normal person.’
’I could be a cashier at a supermarket, work on an assembly line in a factory, or at worst, wash dishes... There are so many unremarkable people in the world, and it’s not like they’re all looked down upon.’
’Claire Sinclair, wake up. There has never been a place for you here.’
In the end, she said nothing. She just turned and walked away decisively.
After a few steps, she took out the press pass she had worked so hard to get, a relieved smile gracing her lips.
Almost without a second thought, she tore the press pass in half and threw it to the ground.
Nancy Lockwood saw what she had thrown on the ground, and a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes. "Was that your press pass you just tore up?"
Claire Sinclair had no intention of explaining. She just kept walking, desperate to escape this suffocating place.
Nancy Lockwood strode over, snatched the torn certificate from the ground, and saw that it was, indeed, the press pass!
’This stupid woman! She actually tore up her press pass! Doesn’t she know how happy Young Master Quincy was when he signed off on it for her?’
’Trampling all over Young Master Quincy’s feelings again. It’s so infuriating!’
"Claire Sinclair, what the hell do you think you’re doing!"
Claire Sinclair slowly turned to meet her gaze, feeling utterly calm.
"Nancy, you’ve berated some sense into me. Getting this press pass doesn’t prove anything, so I’m giving up on being a journalist."
’Here we go again!’
Fuming, Nancy Lockwood strode up to her and grabbed her by the collar, the resentment she held deep inside for Claire finally erupting.
"Claire Sinclair, if you had a single shred of conscience, you would stop trampling on Young Master Quincy’s feelings time and time again! He’s running for president! He’s our hope—the hope of our entire country! If you’re determined to be a stumbling block in his path, I swear I’ll be the first to put a bullet in you!"
At those words, Claire Sinclair finally snapped. An uncontrollable rage erupted within her.
"Fine! Then do it! Put a bullet in me right now!"
"Claire Sinclair!" For a split second, Nancy Lockwood was tempted to pull out her gun and put down this good-for-nothing, idiotic woman. Thankfully, she suppressed the urge.
’Fine. If this stupid woman is going to be so hopelessly stubborn, then I have no reason to keep holding back. The worst that can happen is I get kicked out of Quincy Manor.’
’As long as Young Master Quincy becomes president, my own sacrifice is nothing.’
With that thought, Nancy Lockwood no longer restrained her impulse. She grabbed Claire Sinclair by the collar and began dragging her toward the door as if she were a corpse.
Claire Sinclair struggled instinctively, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
In the struggle, she lost a shoe. Nancy Lockwood was dragging her so fast that her sock quickly tore, and a searing pain shot through her heel.
Nancy Lockwood was completely consumed by rage. Without so much as a backward glance, she dragged her out the door and violently threw her to the ground.
"Claire Sinclair, from now on, unless you’re here for a divorce, don’t you ever set foot in this place again. You are not welcome at Quincy Manor. Of course, you can go run and tattle to Young Master Quincy. Tell him I bullied you. Have him sue me and lock me away for a decade. At least then I’d have some peace and wouldn’t have to be disgusted by the sight of you every day."
Claire Sinclair’s body hit the ground, tossed aside like a piece of garbage.
She had suffered countless humiliations in her life, but this was the first time she had ever been so wretchedly disgraced.
The most terrible thing in the world isn’t physical violence, but having someone destroy your faith.
When faith is gone, a person’s life is ruined.
’Adrian Quincy, you can never be my faith. And I will not be your wife.’
