Chapter 8 B * tch Slap The scene turns to the Chandler Mansion +5 Free Coins Frederick and Penelope burst into Clarissa's room Anger raced through them , but fear tugged at their guts What if she really meantor ? The door slammed open . Silence swallowed the room . Frederick's eyes dropped to the bed . The first thing that hit his eyes was Clarissa's wrist hanging over the side Blood ran down her arm in a slow , steady line . " Sweetheart His voice broke as he rushed toward her . Penelope swayed . Her legs gave out , and Selina caught her just in time . " Mom . I told you . Clare never wanted to marry Mr. Jefferson . She's never liked him . Selina said with wide , worried eyes . But behind them , something glittered . " But pulling this Threatening to end her life ? That's not just wild . Its unforgivable . " Penelope didn't say anything . She pushed Selina's hand away and stumbled toward the bed . She risked her life giving birth to this child . Because of one terrible mistake , Clarissa had spent over ten years growing up in the countryside . And when Penelope finally got her back , all she wanted was to give her everything she had missed . But now …. how had it come to this ? How could she do such a thing ? " Ugh . " Clarissa suddenly sat straight up like a puppet yanked by a string . Frederick was already at the edge of the bed and nearly lost his balance . His foot slipped , and he almost fell backward , Penelope froze on the spot Even Selina , who had just been warming up to add fuel to the fire , choked on her own words like her throat had snapped shut . A cold wave washed over her . Her thoughts scattered . What the hell was going on ? Wasn't Clarissa supposed to fake a suicide attempt ? Then , why did she look completely fine ? " Dad : Mom " Clarissa rubbed her eyes , still groggy , and stared at them with a blank sleepy look . " Why are you guys here ? " " Sweetheart , you're okay ! " Frederick stood frozen , his mouth hanging open . He glanced down at her wrist . There wasn't a cut at all . Just a red thread . resting perfectly across the skim And because - Selina had told them Clarissa slit her wrist , they both just assumed it was true . " Why wouldn't I be ? Clarissa tilted her head , her face full of confusion . I knew I messed up and made you both sad . So , I wanted to make a Keltr knot to say sorry " She lifted the thread from her hands . One knot was finished , and the other was still in progress . Frederick and Penelope didn't move . They stood like statues . The shock had come too fast , and neither of them knew what to say " That's … That's thoughtful , Frederick mumbled , his face stiff . " Well , you don't need to finish u now Get some rest . We should … We should go now . Good to hear you're safe . " Okay . I will . But I think I heard someone say something about suicide ? Clarissa blinked slowly " Who was talking about that ? " 1/2 Chapter 8 B * tch Slap Frederick and Penelope went quiet as their eyes landed on Selina . +5 Free Coins Selina's checks turned bright red . " Clare , you were the one who said you liked Gregory and didn't want to marry Mr. Jefferson . You told me if they made you go through with it , you'd kill yourself . Did you forget ? " " Huh ? Did I really say that ? " Clarissa looked confused . " Selina , I told you I figured out Jonathan's actually a good guy . I told you I'm more than happy to marry him . Why would you twist my words like that ? " You know how much Dad and Mom hate hearing about Gregory . Why would you say that in front of them ? You're just trying to stir things up between us . " Clarissa's eyes stayed wide , her face soft and innocent . " Why would you do something like that ? "