Elena clearly hadn't expected Claire to push back so hard.

Her expression froze for a moment-then broke into louder sobs.

"Are you trying to drive your sister to her death?!" she cried, voice shrill with accusation. "If it weren't for the Thompson family, you wouldn't even be alive right now! Serena's had another episode, and you-still won't back down? How can you be so heartless?!"

Claire stared at her, face expressionless, eyes cold.

There was a time-long ago-when she'd still clung to a sliver of hope.

After all, she had called this woman "Mom" for twenty years.

Maybe, just maybe, the Thompsons had come to care for her too. Even a little.

But now, it was painfully clear-she had only ever been deceiving herself.

Her throat tightened. She swallowed hard, but still, the question slipped out.

"What if something had really happened to me today?" she asked quietly. "What if I'd been assaulted?"

Elena blinked, caught off guard. Then her face hardened.

"But you weren't, were you?" she snapped. "Nothing happened! So why can't you just let it go? You're the older sister-can't you be a little more understanding? Serena's sick! She didn't mean it! Why do you have to hold on to everything? You're so petty!"

Claire's heart turned colder with every word.

"All I wanted," she said, voice low, "was an apology."

"Fine!" Elena spat, her eyes narrowing.

"You want an apology? Then here it is." Her voice dripped with contempt. "I, Elena-your foster mother-apologize. I'm sorry I failed to raise you right. I'm sorry you were wronged. But Claire, if it hadn't been for you, would Serena have ended up like this?!"

Tears streamed down her face as she pulled Serena into her arms, as if the world had wronged her precious daughter.

"You took her place in this family all these years. You ruined her! And you still feel no guilt? No gratitude? I must have been blind back then. Get out! Don't show your face here again. As far as I'm concerned, I never raised you. The Thompsons have no place for you."

The room fell into stunned silence.

Guests stood around, watching with barely concealed amusement or pity.

Thrown out of the Thompson family-what future could someone like Claire possibly have?

But she had stood her ground in front of everyone. She would not-could not-crawl back now.

All eyes locked on her, waiting.

Claire opened her mouth-

But before she could speak, Nelson stepped forward and placed himself in front of her.

"Elena," he said, voice low but firm, "we understand Serena's not well. But Claire's been through enough today. It's fine to love one child more-but at least be fair. And let's not forget, the Coopers and Thompsons are bound by marriage. Claire is my wife. Cutting her off like this-it won't look good for either family."

Behind him, Claire spoke evenly.

"Mr. Cooper. we've already signed the divorce papers. Legally speaking, I'm no longer your wife."

Her words landed like a bomb.

The guests-already shocked Nelson had stepped in-stood frozen again.

That's right.

They were already divorced.

Even Serena, curled on the floor, stopped crying.

Nelson turned to look at Claire, eyes dark, but said nothing.

Claire didn't wait. She picked up her bag.

"The marriage is over," she said. "I have nothing more to do with the Coopers. And as for Mrs. Thompson-"

She paused, then looked directly at Elena.

"Message received. Loud and clear."

She took a breath.

Then, she stepped forward-just one step-and lowered her head in a rare, deliberate bow.

It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't theatrical. It was quiet, composed, and final.

"Thank you, Elena," she said, her voice steady. "For raising me all these years."

Even if the love had been one-sided-even if the affection had long since rotted-she had been raised under this roof.

Gratitude and betrayal-she remembered both.

The scornful looks around the room began to shift, just slightly.

But Claire didn't care.

She stood up, calm and composed, ready to leave.

Then-

"Wait!"

Elena's voice rang out behind her.

Claire paused as the footsteps behind her came to a halt.

Elena rose from the floor, her face icy. She gestured to a servant nearby. "Since you've made your decision to leave the Thompson family, go ahead and sign this severance document."

Words could be taken back. But paperwork made things permanent.

Even if Claire had already severed ties in spirit-and in law-Elena wasn't about to risk her crawling back, clinging to the benefits of a life she no longer deserved.

An adopted daughter with no blood ties had no place at the Thompson table anymore.

Claire didn't flinch.

She took the pen and signed her name in one fluid motion.

There were two copies. She kept one, folded it neatly, and handed the other back.

Then she faced Elena and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Aunt Elena, for raising me all these years. Goodbye."

Without another glance, she turned-calm, poised, and completely detached from the room full of judgmental stares.

She didn't even look at Nelson.

"Claire!"

Nelson stepped forward instinctively and grabbed her wrist.

Claire recoiled as if burned, yanking her hand away. Her eyes, once soft for him, were now filled with something sharp-contempt, disgust... maybe even hatred.

"Mr. Cooper," she said coldly, "is there something you wanted?"

It was the first time he'd ever heard her speak to him like that.

For a moment, he stood there, frozen. He couldn't even remember why he'd stopped her.

Before the awkward silence could settle, Serena stepped forward from behind Elena.

"Sis," she called out gently, voice trembling, "please don't be impulsive. Mom only asked you to sign the paper because she was upset. Can't we just. talk it out?"

Her eyes shimmered with tears, fingers twisting nervously. "I didn't mean for things to go this far tonight. You know how my condition is-it flares up sometimes."

She paused, then added, her tone soft but layered with implication:

"If you leave the Thompson family, how will you manage out there? You've got no one. Please don't be mad at me. I promise I'll get better. Mom and Dad only have the two of us-we should take care of each other, not fight."

Every word was calculated.

First-she pinned the "hired attacker" mess on her illness, painting herself as a fragile victim.

Second-she shaded Claire, subtly implying she was a heartless ingrate who'd be nothing without the Thompson name.

The room was thick with tension.

Then, from a shadowed corner, someone let out a soft laugh.

"Well, this really is quite a performance."

Heads turned.

A woman in a tailored black suit stepped forward, clapping slowly. Her voice was smooth, laced with sarcasm.

No one had noticed her before.

But now-every eye was on her.

Alyssa Grant.

Some recognized her instantly. Once a rising actress, she'd been blacklisted after a scandal and quietly disappeared from the spotlight. Right before her fall, she was cast as the female lead in a major film-until she was suddenly replaced. By Serena Thompson.

She hadn't landed a single role since.

Alyssa's lips curled into a smirk. "So let me get this straight. The severance paper was prepared in advance, Claire already signed and bowed out, and now you're putting on a poor-little-me act to guilt her into staying?"

She tilted her head mockingly. "Don't you think that's a little... fake?"

Serena's face paled, tears welling up again. She looked even more pitiful than before.

"Alyssa, I know you're still upset about the movie last year, but that wasn't my fault. And really, when did my family's private matters become your business?"

Alyssa chuckled, folding her arms. "Right. 'Private matters.' Like inviting half the city to witness you try to ruin your adoptive sister's life, then sweeping it under the rug with a vague excuse about your illness?"

She shrugged. "Yeah. Totally private."

"You-!"

Serena's face turned red with fury.

But before she could say more, Claire cut in. Her tone was light, but her eyes were razor-sharp.

"Well," she said with a small smile, "since my dear sister is being so incredibly kind in asking me to stay, then."