In the lounge next to the racecourse, a miserable-looking Clara Jacobs was about to push the door open.
Jay Keane stopped her. "Ms. Jacobs, Mr. Sinclair is still working. He has an important video conference today. Please wait here for a moment."
Clara Jacobs froze. She looked at the closed door, a bitter feeling welling up inside her.
'I called Aiden and told him I'd been bullied, but all he cares about is work? Not a single word of concern?'
'In the end, I just don't matter enough to him.'
The image of Nina Walsh's face immediately surfaced in Clara Jacobs's mind.
'Nina Walsh. That name was a thorn in her side. If she ever wanted to rest easy again, she had to pull it out completely.'
"In that case, I won't disturb Aiden while he's working. I'll head back for now."
An hour later, Clara Jacobs met with Wendy Sherman in a secluded café.
"Wendy Sherman, do you still want to marry Declan Grant?"
