Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 569

Claire’s heart skipped a beat and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Lucy. Her chest tightened as panic crashed over her, sharp and sudden. She never thought Lucy would call out her real name in front of everyone. It threw her completely off guard.

The people around them had all heard it too. Curious eyes turned, whispers spreading through the crowd.

“Claire? Who’s Claire?”

“Is Mrs. Grayson talking to someone here?”

“I don’t know. Did she just call Ms. Ballard ‘Claire’?”

Maxwell’s brow furrowed. He looked at Lucy, his face serious and confused. “Mrs. Grayson, who are you talking to?”

Lucy’s anger had reached its peak after seeing her son almost get hurt because of Claire. She didn’t care about anything else now. She pointed straight at Claire and said loudly, “She’s Claire. She’s not Ms. Ballard at all. You’ve all been fooled. Her face is fake. Her real name is Claire, and she’s the girl my family adopted years ago.”

Lucy’s words echoed through the room, shaking everyone. Instantly, the crowd started buzzing.

“What? Seriously? Is that for real?”

“Mrs. Grayson must be joking. You’re telling me Ms. Ballard is actually Claire? Didn’t the Grayson family have an adopted daughter who died, like, over ten years ago?”

“So why is she calling Ms. Ballard ‘Claire’ now?”

Everyone was staring at Lucy and Claire, their faces full of doubt and confusion.

Claire’s heartbeat had been out of control, but when she heard Lucy’s accusation, she paused. Relief washed over her. So that was it. They didn’t have any proof. All they had was a scar.

She almost laughed. For a second, Lucy’s confidence had scared her, made her think they had real evidence. To everyone else, Lucy’s story sounded flimsy at best.

Claire took a steady breath and lifted her arm without a hint of hesitation. Her voice was steady, her gaze clear. “Mrs. Grayson, are you talking about this scar?”

She looked Lucy in the eye, calm and unbothered. “I got this in a car accident years ago. So now, just I have a scar that looks like your adopted daughter’s, and that means I’m her?”

Lucy didn’t catch the shift in Claire’s words. “Yes, your scar is exactly the same as my daughter’s. How can you still pretend you’re not Claire?”