Clara Knox wiped the sweat from her palm and pushed through the layers of people, quickly squeezing her way to the innermost part.
When she saw the person lying on the ground, she felt completely numb.
Aria Knight lay on the ground with an ashen face, while someone beside her was administering CPR.
Clara's anxiety turned into a complex feeling. She couldn't help but suspect that this woman was faking it, with her eyes closed and eyelashes quivering.
Playing dead or pretending to be ill was her best trick.
Her greatest skill was to act weak to garner sympathy, casting herself as the most pitiful character and manipulating others.
Clara couldn't help but turn her head and meet Edward Harper's gaze.
She instinctively thought Edward would be worried and the first to rush over. Yet Edward's face was expressionless, if anything, tinged with the air of someone enjoying a drama.