Chapter 11 Can You Give Me a Chance

Just when Claire had almost forgotten that Harper said she would replace the necklace with an identical one that was also Ruby's work, she received a delivery.

The sender was Ruby.

Claire placed the package on the table without opening it right away.

She didn't know Ruby. The only person who could have Ruby send her something was Harper, so this package must contain the replacement necklace Harper promised her.

But how was that possible? How could Harper possibly know Ruby? How could Ruby so easily give her one of her designed pieces of jewelry?

Ruby's jewelry designs were so hard to buy—many people had tried all sorts of methods and still couldn't get them.

After staring at the package for a while, Claire finally opened it.

An exquisite gift box came into view—this was the special box used exclusively for Ruby's jewelry designs, a box Ruby had specially designed herself.

Opening the gift box, she found a transparent jewelry case containing a necklace identical to the one she had worn before.

Claire took out the necklace and examined it carefully. Every detail was the same—this was indeed a necklace designed by Ruby.

Thinking about how Evan was looking for a jewelry designer and really wanted to work with Ruby, Claire's heart began to panic.

She felt threatened—threatened by Harper.

To be able to get jewelry designed by Ruby, Harper and Ruby must know each other, or even if they didn't, they must have mutual friends.

If Evan found out about this, he might not divorce Harper after all.

Harper might even use this as leverage to maintain the marriage.

"No way, I absolutely can't let that happen. I will never allow them to stay together!" Claire gripped the necklace tightly in her hand, her expression turning vicious for a moment.

Not long after, a photo of a pregnancy test report was posted on Instagram, and the person who posted it was Claire.

There was no text accompanying it, and some parts were blurred out, but it was enough to attract widespread attention and discussion.

Combined with the previous photo of a diamond ring, netizens' discussions became even more heated.

In the comments section below the photo, things exploded.

"I have reason to believe this is Claire's own pregnancy test. Without a doubt, the child must be Evan's!"

"So the diamond ring was a proposal after all. The two of them have such a good relationship, and now they have a baby. They should be getting married soon. I really want to go to their wedding—it's bound to be grand."

"Why won't Harper just leave? She and Evan never had feelings for each other anyway. I don't know why she won't leave. If it weren't for her, Claire and Evan would have already gotten married and be living happily together."

"She can't bear to give up the Morgan family's money and good life, obviously. There's nothing wrong with wanting a better life, but destroying other people's relationships is wrong."

Everyone sided with Claire, feeling sorry for her while criticizing Harper in various ways, all thinking she should divorce and leave as soon as possible.

If Harper had posted anything on Instagram, her comments section would definitely have been overrun.

After steering public opinion, Claire took the initiative to contact Harper.

Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, Harper was about to hang up, but then thinking about the clients she'd been looking to work with recently, she answered the call anyway.

"Hello, who's this?" Harper's voice conveyed both professionalism and friendliness, making people feel comfortable listening to her.

When talking business, first impressions are important, and Harper's approach would make a good impression.

But the caller was Claire, who only felt her mood worsen.

Claire's slightly apologetic voice came through the phone, "It's me, Claire Martinez." After a pause, she continued, "Miss Wilson, I hope I'm not disturbing you. There's something I wanted to tell you."

Harper hadn't expected the caller to be Claire. If she'd known, she wouldn't have answered. "What is it?"

Her voice turned cold. With Claire, she didn't need to be so friendly.

"I need to apologize to you. Today I accidentally posted a photo of my pregnancy test report on Instagram, and by the time I realized it, many people had already seen it." Claire's voice carried even more apology, as if she truly felt sorry for this mistake.

Accidentally? Harper didn't believe a single word Claire said. She was more convinced it was intentional.

The purpose was simple—to pressure her to divorce Evan quickly. This apology was actually applying pressure.

She felt somewhat speechless. It was clearly Evan who wouldn't sign the papers, yet Claire kept coming to her. "This has nothing to do with me. You don't need to apologize to me."

"I know this isn't right, but the child can't be without a father. Miss Wilson, please, let us be together. We..." Claire's posture was very humble, and her pleading and helplessness came through the phone.

Harper let out a light laugh. She didn't say anything, but the contempt, mockery, and sense of seeing through everything in her tone successfully stopped Claire from continuing. Claire felt like she had become a clown in front of Harper.

Claire didn't even notice when the call was disconnected.

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After returning from the hospital that day, Evan thought about many things, and his perception of Harper changed somewhat.

So when he saw Harper at the mall, he unconsciously walked toward her.

Harper frowned. "Why are you blocking my way?"

Harper was wearing a suit dress that conveyed professionalism and freshness, and she looked directly into his eyes as she spoke.

In the past, he usually saw her at home, where she either wore comfortable loungewear or had just come from the kitchen wearing an apron.

When she spoke, she was gentle and careful, never looking directly into his eyes, slightly lowering her head in a docile manner.

A person could really change this much.

"I want to ask you a question."

His conversation with Hank had ultimately left ripples in Evan's heart.

Harper didn't speak, only using her eyes to signal him to hurry up and not waste her time.

He hesitated for a moment but still asked, "If—I'm saying if—I separated from Claire and she no longer came between us, could you give me a chance to make things right? Could we start over?"

Harper was surprised, not understanding why he would ask such a question. What had triggered this? Otherwise, he couldn't possibly say something like this.

Evan's heart was anxious, not knowing how Harper would answer. He didn't want to hear a negative response.

Just then, Evan's phone rang. He didn't want to answer it—he wanted to hear Harper's answer first.

Harper shifted her gaze to Evan's pocket. "Your phone is ringing."

When the phone rang for the second time, Evan still took it out. The caller better have something important.

Seeing it was Claire calling, his finger pressed answer, accidentally hitting speakerphone.

"Evan, my stomach hurts so much. Is the baby... I'm so scared..." Claire's voice was full of helplessness, fear, and weakness.

It made one's heart clench.

Evan didn't even have time to say anything to Harper before turning and walking away. "I'm coming right now..."