Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307 Birthday Mess

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While Wilson and Clarence were busy weighing the pros and cons of what had happened, Zane couldn’t stop thinking about what Clint had revealed at the party.

Staring at the clock above the operating room doors, he suddenly asked, “Dad, Clarence … was Claudia really framed?”

Even more shocking–according to what he’d just heard, that kind, gentle aunt everyone used to praise, Zoey, had once planned to take Lydia with her when she died.

He’d always thought Lydia was the pitiful one–fragile, quiet, and the one who easily got hurt by Claudia’s sharp tongue.

He’d always sided with Lydia, who seemed more understanding.

But now, learning that Claudia had been set up–forced to carry the blame for someone’s death for 17 years–he felt sick to his stomach.

Growing up in the Lancasters, he knew better than anyone what kind of life she’d endured because of that lie.

Wilson and Clarence pressed their lips together, saying nothing.

“Do you think she really doesn’t want us anymore?” Zane murmured. He wasn’t expecting an answer–just remembering the boy and girl who used to laugh and play together like family.

While the Lancasters waited outside the operating room, Donovan’s nerve–wracking birthday party finally came to an end.

The cello Claudia had brought was now slung across Sterling’s back.

The two of them–an impossibly perfect couple–smiled as they waved goodbye. “Grandpa, we’ll come visit you again soon!”

Donovan forced a smile. “No need. Really. You two stay away, and I’ll be just fine.”

Sterling couldn’t help laughing–it wasn’t often he saw his grandfather this openly resistant toward someone.

He patted Claudia’s back, trying to comfort her as she pouted dramatically. “It’s okay. Deep down, Grandpa’s happy to have you.”

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Chapter 307 Birthday Mess

Then he glanced at Donovan.

Donovan gave a stiff nod.

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Claudia barely held back a laugh. “Alright. We’ll get going then. Mr. Donovan, miss us, okay?”

Donovan felt a chill run down his spine; goosebumps rose all over.

Once the guests left, his face fell.

Turning to his old friend Walter, he groaned, “What kind of karma is this? I’m old, and some kid still has me wrapped around her finger.”

Walter patted his shoulder, looking amused. “You should be nicer to those two.”

Meanwhile, Gabriel had already blown up the family group chat, live–streaming the chaos from the Lancasters’s birthday mess.

Even for someone who’d seen it all, that spectacle was eye–opening.

At least their side’s drama hadn’t ended with anyone dead–or insane.

If Sterling knew what went down at the Lancasters, he might even feel lucky.

“Ms. Lancaster,” Sterling said with a teasing grin as the night breeze brushed past them, “am I just your personal ride now?”

Claudia swung her legs lightly on his back, enjoying the quiet streets leading home.

Hearing his question, she leaned down and nipped playfully at his ear. “No, babe, you’re my sweet boyfriend, my favorite person. Come on, Mr. Romero, show me what you’ve got.”

They’d both had a little to drink that night. When they were close to home, Claudia said she wanted to walk to sober up a bit.

They sent the driver ahead with the cello, choosing to stroll back hand in hand.

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