Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 305

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Kamila used to think Donovan would prefer her over Claudia. Earlier, she’d almost managed to steer the conversation her way–but Claudia, that sly little fox, had cut right in.

Now Donovan wouldn’t even look her way.

Frustration burned in her chest.

After sending off the Lloyds, Donovan told Corbin he’d have Quinton come over to personally apologize once his injury healed. Then, rubbing his temples, he muttered, “My birthday turned out worse than a normal day. Good thing those two kids didn’t cause trouble.”

The butler hesitated.

Sir, you only saw Ms. Lancaster pick up the cello–shouldn’t we ask where she got it?

Thinking of the ambulance that had just been called in a hurry, he decided to wait until the guests left before breaking the bad news.

On the other side, Sterling and Claudia sat down together in a quiet spot.

He opened the cello case. Inside lay the instrument that once belonged to Isabella–her favorite cello, the one that had accompanied her on countless stages.

It was said to be a custom–made gift her parents had bought her when she turned 18.

The Scotts were never as wealthy as the Romeros, but Isabella had grown up surrounded by love.

Back when Sterling was a boy trapped in that cold house, he used to watch Isabella pick up the cello, gently wipe off the dust, her hands trembling with affection and sadness. When her mind was clear, she would sit by the window and play for him.

But her music had always sounded like tears–like a heart bleeding through every note.

After Isabella’s death, the cello had disappeared. Sterling had searched for it but thought it was long gone.

Running his fingers lightly across the strings, he smiled at Claudia, who was resting her elbows on the table, chin in her hands, watching him open the gift.

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He couldn’t help brushing a strand of hair from her face, his eyes soft with affection. “Where’d you find it?”

Claudia blinked innocently and said something that sounded ruthless, “I stole it from Winnie.”

In truth, the cello had been kept in Quinton’s private collection all along.

When Claudia overheard them arguing, she caught Winnie snapping, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re hiding in your study. It’s not that you won’t let me in–it’s because you don’t want me to find out you’re still hung up on a dead woman!”

Claudia figured most of what Winnie said was trash, but that part–calling Quinton out for being a hypocrite–was pretty spot on.

Isabella was gone. What was the point of him pretending to be all heartbroken now?

Even Isabella’s parents had suffered because of his obsession.

If he’d just understood sooner–if he’d let Isabella go–she could’ve picked herself up again after the divorce. She had loving parents, a sweet son, and a career she fought for her whole life. She could’ve rebuilt everything.

But no, Quinton had to be greedy. Never satisfied.

His clinging had destroyed the whole Scott family.

If Claudia were Isabella, knowing he was still clutching her things and mourning her, she wouldn’t be touched. She’d be disgusted.

And now that Winnie and Quinton had completely fallen out, Claudia was worried Winnie might actually do something crazy.

That’s why Isabella’s things didn’t belong with either of them. Giving them to Sterling felt right.

Sterling, as the head of his family, couldn’t exactly go off the rails–but she could.

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