Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 75

Vincent's lips trembled violently as his eyes fixated on the gruesome wound on Claire's shoulder. The deep crimson of her blood felt like a sharp sword piercing straight into his heart.

It was as if something lodged in his throat, preventing him from uttering a single word.

A profound sense of despair engulfed him entirely.

Countless times, he had imagined reuniting with Claire, believing that despite their turbulent past, they could eventually find solace in each other's company once more.

But now, everything spiraled out of his control.

Fear gripped him—a fear of facing this Claire, who was now filled with hatred; a fear of the endless coldness in her eyes.

He could no longer bear to stand there in front of her.

With great difficulty, he turned away, his steps unsteady and hurried as he fled the hospital room.

As Vincent made his escape, Claire collapsed like a deflated balloon, her tense body suddenly devoid of strength, slowly sinking backward.

out in panic, her

found herself no

pink, princess-themed decor that filled

the wound on her

subsided, she peeked under her collar. The injury had been treated, a white bandage wrapped

she realized she was back at the Linwood family estate, in what was once

furrowed slightly

living room, the couches were occupied by Nathan, Adah, Ethan, and

on the second floor. With a look of delight, she exclaimed, "Sister,

turned icy at

how she left the hospital and

her unconsciousness was

eyes remained cold as she stared at Vanessa, a wave of disgust rising

shrank back, her eyes welling up with tears. "Sister, did

Vanessa, gently patting her back. When she looked up at Claire, she said nothing, but her expression was one of accusation, as if