Upon hearing this, Simone Lefort instantly broke down, her face a mask of despair and fury. "Claire Wentworth, how could you be so malicious? First, you brought Victoire to such a state, and now you've pushed Damian down the stairs. Do you just can't stand to see The Wentworth family thrive? Do you have to drive our family to ruin before you're satisfied?"
Claire Wentworth crossed her arms, her expression cold and composed as she replied, "There are two points to clarify. First, Victoire reaped what she sowed. It was Antoine Wentworth who decided to punish her, not me. Second, Damian brought this upon himself. He intended to do something bad, but instead, he ended up rolling down the stairs. And ultimately, they've come to this because of you, Simone Lefort. You taught them, and they learned. In the end, those who commit many injustices will surely meet their own downfall!"
Simone Lefort shrieked in anger, "Somebody, come here! Beat her to death, beat her..." Before she could finish, a sudden sharp pain shot through her leg, causing her to involuntarily kneel to the ground.
Jocelyn grabbed her by the collar and said icily, "Do you believe I'll beat you to death first?" Simone Lefort's face instantly paled. This girl was far too fierce. How could there be such a ferocious girl in the world?
Just then, Antoine Wentworth's voice echoed from upstairs, "What's all this commotion about!" Claire Wentworth looked up to see Antoine Wentworth and Victoire Wentworth standing side by side on the second floor. Antoine Wentworth's face was ashen with anger, while Victoire Wentworth wore a look of glee.
"Claire, tell your person to let go. Let's sit down and talk this out," Antoine Wentworth said as he descended the stairs and approached Claire Wentworth, trying his best to soften his tone.
Claire Wentworth regarded him steadily and said, "There's nothing to talk about. I came back to get my things, and Damian tried to push me down the stairs. So, he deserves everything that's happening to him."
"You're lying! It was you who pushed me," Damian Wentworth retorted, wincing in pain.
Claire Wentworth turned her head and looked down at the chubby boy on the ground. "Don't you know there are surveillance cameras in the house? Lying won't get you anywhere. Understand?" Damian Wentworth immediately grew nervous and dared not persist, merely whimpering and crying out in pain.
Antoine Wentworth shot Claire Wentworth an annoyed glare. The words of reproach on his lips were forced back down his throat. After last night's events, he was well - aware that Claire Wentworth had caught Young Master Montfort's eye. If he didn't want The Wentworth family to be destroyed, he had to endure her.
Reluctantly, Antoine Wentworth reached out to lift Damian Wentworth. Claire Wentworth suddenly interjected, "His ribs seem to be broken. If you're not careful, the broken ribs could pierce his lungs." Antoine Wentworth's hands froze in mid - air.
Simone Lefort exclaimed from the side, "Don't touch him. I've already called an ambulance. It'll be here soon."
Victoire Wentworth furrowed her brows and stared at Claire Wentworth. "Calling an ambulance will take ages. We have a car at home. Claire Wentworth, are you trying to delay Damian's rescue? Damian is our brother. What on earth are you up to?"
At these words, Simone Lefort immediately reacted and also glared at Claire Wentworth. "Are you deliberately stalling? How can you be so malicious?" Then, she quickly turned to Antoine Wentworth. "Honey, we should drive him to the hospital ourselves. Damian's condition is critical. Every second counts."
Claire Wentworth said coldly, "If the broken rib pierces the lung, it will cause hemopneumothorax and compress the respiratory tract. A person can die very quickly. And you only suspect me of delaying the rescue. Have you ever thought about whether Victoire Wentworth really wants to send him to the hospital or is trying to kill him?"
Victoire Wentworth's face paled. "I'm Damian's own sister, born of the same mother. How could I possibly harm him? As for you, how long have you been studying medicine? Can you tell he has a broken rib just by one glance? Do you think you're an X - ray scanner?"
Antoine Wentworth and Simone Lefort were immediately persuaded by Victoire Wentworth and started shouting for the driver to get the car ready.
Claire Wentworth gave a scornful laugh. "I haven't studied medicine for long, and I'm not an X - ray scanner. But I know it was you who instigated Damian to push me down the stairs. So, his injuries are on your head."
"You... You're slandering me!"
"Ask Damian," Claire Wentworth said, turning to Damian Wentworth. "Damian, why did you try to push me down the stairs just now? If you tell the truth, I can stop the bleeding and relieve your pain. Otherwise, you'll have to lie here waiting for the ambulance."
Damian Wentworth looked at Victoire Wentworth pitifully. Victoire Wentworth immediately said, "Claire Wentworth, stop trying to deceive Damian. You're not a doctor. Damian, don't be afraid. Second sister will accompany you to the hospital."
Claire Wentworth slightly moved her finger, and Damian Wentworth let out another loud scream. "It hurts! It really hurts, second sister. I'm in so much pain."
"Claire Wentworth, what did you do to Damian?" Victoire Wentworth demanded, glaring at her.
"What could I do?" Claire Wentworth feigned innocence and said earnestly to Damian Wentworth, "However... I've heard that children who lie will be punished. Others might only feel a bit of pain when injured, but lying children will feel much more pain. Damian, why don't you try telling the truth? Maybe it won't hurt so much."
Damian Wentworth, being just a child and in excruciating pain at the moment, immediately nodded. "It was second sister. Second sister told me to push you..."
A faint smile played on Claire Wentworth's lips. She gently touched Damian Wentworth's body with her finger. Damian Wentworth's face lit up with joy. "It really doesn't hurt anymore. Mom, it's true. When I tell the truth, the pain goes away."
"Damian, you..." Simone Lefort instinctively suspected that Damian Wentworth was lying. But after thinking about what had happened, her doubts gradually faded.
Antoine Wentworth was enraged and kicked Victoire Wentworth. "Get out! Go back to school right now!" Victoire Wentworth nearly lost her balance and fell, looking extremely aggrieved. "Dad, Damian is lying! It was Claire Wentworth who did something. Can't you see that?"
"How could you use Damian like this? He's your own brother!" Antoine Wentworth's face was dark with anger. Without a doubt, his son was the apple of his eye.
Claire Wentworth's eyes curved into a smile, and she kindly reminded, "Because this way she can achieve two things at once. By getting Damian to push me down the stairs, if I got hurt, Young Master Montfort surely wouldn't let Damian off. And then... all of The Wentworth family's property would be hers. After all, there's only one share of the family fortune!"
Victoire Wentworth was left speechless. Antoine Wentworth immediately thought Claire Wentworth had a point. There was only one share of the family property, and Damian was so young. He couldn't have any malicious intentions. Just because he was a boy, Victoire Wentworth had started plotting against him.
Filled with hatred, Antoine Wentworth kicked Victoire Wentworth again. "You vicious girl, get out of this house right now!"
"Dad!" Victoire Wentworth burst into tears, looking extremely wronged. But Antoine Wentworth couldn't bear to look at her. He turned to Simone Lefort and roared, "Are you a corpse? Throw her out, throw her out immediately!"
Simone Lefort looked at Victoire Wentworth with a conflicted expression, then glanced at Damian Wentworth, who was lying on the ground, barely conscious. Gritting her teeth, she pushed Victoire Wentworth. "Victoire, you'd better go. Don't make your father angrier."
Victoire Wentworth shuddered at the push. "Mom, do you also think I meant to harm Damian? It's not true. You know it's not. It was Claire Wentworth. If she hadn't dodged at that time..."
Simone Lefort looked at her, her eyes filled with disappointment. "You shouldn't have used Damian. He's your brother!"