When the doctor finally came out, Maxwell moved quickly to meet him. “How is she?”
The doctor gave a tired sigh. “Her back was slashed with a knife. The wound is serious. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing, but we’ve taken care of it.”
“Is it life-threatening?”
“No, nothing like that. The cut is pretty long, though, so we had to put in several stitches. There’s going to be a scar. For now, she just needs to rest and heal.”
Maxwell nodded. “Alright. Thank you.”
Claire came out then, leaning on an attendant for support. She looked ghostly pale, and her voice was so soft it was barely there. “Well…”
Maxwell’s brow furrowed in concern. “Why did you come out? You should be resting.”
“Please… you have to help me. That imposter tried to kill me. I almost didn’t make it back.” As she spoke, tears started streaming down her cheeks.
She knew she needed a reason for her injuries. Blaming Helene wouldn’t do her any favors, but if she pinned it on Madeline, it could only help her.
“So you’re saying the other Madeline sent someone after you?”
Claire wiped at her tears, her hand trembling. “Yes. The person who attacked me said so themselves. They told me I was in the way and needed to be eliminated. I’ve never had trouble with anyone else. The only person I’ve had any conflict with lately is her. It couldn’t have been anyone else.”
She spun her story with practiced innocence, her eyes wide and pleading. She looked so fragile, it was hard not to feel sorry for her.
“She’s desperate to get rid of me because she wants to be Ms. Ballard. I was lucky today. If I hadn’t managed to escape, if I’d died there, she could have taken my place just like that. She really is ruthless.”
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