CLARK POV:
Clare's fury turned to me and Dad. We were both stunned, speechless. I mean—Mom really just threw us under the bus, reversed, and drove over us again. And the shocking part? Dad didn't even try to defend himself. He didn't say, "Actually, it was your mother's idea." No. Instead, the man looked Clare straight in the face and said, "Congrats, kiddo. I knew Clark wasn't the only genius in the house."
SEE WHAT HE DID THERE?
He made it sound like he was just the supportive dad who believed in both his children equally. This man! I can't. I really can't. My own father just sold me out, live, in HD, and all to keep Clare from exploding.
At that moment, I looked around the room and accepted a new truth: my entire family is full of backstabbers. Just like Clare.
Of course, he made it about me and not Clare. Now I'm the scapegoat. That moment stung harder than a punch to the gut.
