Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 572

Pain shot through Claire’s back, making her stumble forward until she crashed into the car ahead.

“You bitch, why is it that you always get so lucky?”

Helene’s eyes were red, her grip on the knife tight. She lunged at Claire again, like she wouldn’t stop until someone was dead.

Catching Helene’s reflection in the car window, Claire ignored the burning pain and twisted away just in time, narrowly dodging the blade.

The knife slammed into the side of the car with a metallic thud. Claire tried to escape, but Helene yanked the knife out and charged at her again.

“Where do you think you’re going? You ruined my life! Why do you get Julian? Why do you become Ms. Ballard? Why does everything good fall into your lap? I swear, I’m going to kill you.”

Claire’s back was on fire. She could feel the blood soaking through her dress. She forced herself to keep moving, but her foot caught on her skirt. She pitched forward and hit the ground hard.

Helene saw her chance. She raised the knife, ready to strike.

“Helene, I’m not Madeline! You’ve got the wrong person!” Claire yelled. The blade hovered, then Helene’s arm froze in midair.

“I’m not Madeline,” Claire said quickly, her voice shaking. “She’s my enemy, too.”

Helene’s expression was tight, suspicious.

“You were at the banquet, right?” Claire held up her hand, showing the scar on her palm. “See this? I’m Claire. I’m not Madeline. You’re attacking the wrong person, you lunatic.”

Rage twisted in Claire’s stomach. How many times was this idiot going to confuse her for Madeline? Last time, she’d nearly been burned alive. This time, she’d almost been stabbed to death.

Pain radiated across her back and her face turned ghostly pale.

Helene’s brow furrowed as she seemed to calm down. “You’re really not Madeline?”

“I’m not,” Claire insisted, her voice rising. “Let me go. If you kill me, Madeline becomes Ms. Ballard on the spot. No one will be able to stop her. If that’s what you want, then go ahead and do it.”

Claire gritted her teeth, her gaze ice cold as she glared at Helene. “If you really want to take down Madeline, you’re going to need my help. Alone, you wouldn’t even scratch her.”

Helene looked conflicted. After a moment, she stepped forward and yanked Claire to her feet.

The movement pulled at Claire’s wound and she gasped, her face twisting in pain. As soon as she was steady, fury surged up and she slapped Helene across the face.

Helene’s head snapped to the side. Her eyes blazed as she glared at Claire. “What the hell?!”

Claire raised her chin. “That’s for stabbing me in the back. Next time, check who you’re attacking, you idiot.”

The pain in her back was almost unbearable. If Helene wasn’t still useful, Claire would have done a lot more than slap her.

Helene’s anger flared. She lifted her hand, ready to return the slap.

Claire’s gaze turned icy. “If you touch me,” she said, her voice low and dangerous, “you’ll regret it.”