Susan's hand flew through the air. A loud smack echoed in the quiet hallway as she slapped Clarisse hard across the face.
"How dare you?" Susan gasped, breathing heavily.
Clarisse's head snapped to the side from the hit. She waited for a second, then slowly turned her face back to look at Susan.
"Does the truth hurt?" she asked.
"What do you want?" Susan asked again.
"I want my rightful place. I am moving into the Vaughn estate tomorrow. You will welcome me with a smile, and you will tell your friends that we are thrilled about the baby."
"We don't even know who the father of the child is," Susan said, crossing her arms.
"It's Mark's or Alex's," Clarisse replied calmly. "You can do your own DNA test when the baby is born."
"You will never be in my home, and you will never be a part of my life. When the baby is born, if it really belongs to any of my children, I will take care of the child's needs. But you? You will never be acknowledged by this family."
