After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Chapter 318 Felt Like a Gift

When Claire heard that voice, the first thought that flashed through her mind was that she must be hearing things.

But as she blinked her eyes open and shut, she saw the men around her actually stepping back, abandoning their assault. Then, that familiar face appeared before her.

Tears instantly blurred her vision, but even at that moment, Claire struggled to believe what she was seeing.

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She thought, "Maybe I'm just hallucinating because I'm about to die.

Isn't it said that when people are near death, they see the one person they long to see the most?"

Claire fixed her gaze on Elizabeth, and for a brief moment, she felt a surge of relief that the face before her wasn't Frederick's.

Yes, if there was anyone in this world he truly cared about, it was Elizabeth.

From the moment the truth about the switched identities had come to light, everyone had pointed fingers at her, hurling insults and blaming her for being Effie's daughter. Yet, through it all, Elizabeth had remained steadfast, treating her with kindness. 0000000

tiness Claire had cried in Elizabeth's arms,

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With a gentle hand on her head, Elizabeth had replied softly, "All I know is that you are the granddaughter 1 raised."

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statement had been a beacon of hope during Claire's darkest

out in a cruel

at the hands of those thugs, Frederick, Harrison, and even her adoptive parents-those who claimed to

had wanted her blood, ready to

up, declaring her belief in

messages became the direct proof of her guilt, and everyone except Elizabeth was eager

away.

ultimately, she had collapsed from the

Claire emerged from prison, she learned just how much Elizabeth

Elizabeth had protested relentlessly, refusing to eat, and on several occasions, she had ended up

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the price had been steep-Elizabeth

couldn't bear to

she stepped out of prison, Claire had felt that the greatest blessing

greatest fear was facing the day Elizabeth would

as if she could

Elizabeth's kind, warm face, Claire felt that, for a fleeting moment, even

"Clai... Clai..."

voice, so familiar and longed for, reached her ears, and

time before she died felt like

day of the engagement banquet, when so much had begun to unravel, Claire had already made a silent decision: the further she was from