Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 78

Chapter 77

Claire's gaze swept indifferently over his bleeding hand, not even a flicker of emotion crossing her face.

Her nonchalant demeanor instantly transported Brian back five years.

It was during her senior year in high school, the last competition she would ever attend. That day, he had a fever soaring to 102 degrees Fahrenheit, yet he insisted on participating just to see her.

Upon learning of his fever, she was so anxious her eyes turned red, supporting him while scolding, "Are you out of your mind? You're burning up and still insist on competing?"

Seeing her so concerned, his heart warmed, feeling his efforts were worthwhile. But she grew even more frustrated, "You're going to be delirious from this fever, and you're still smiling?"

Claire, who never missed a single competition, skipped that one just for him.

Despite her frail frame, she practically carried and dragged him to the nearest clinic.

He lay on the hospital bed receiving fluids, with her watching over him. Back then, they were incredibly close; now, they were strangers.

fever now faced his bleeding with a

truly

his wound, while Vanessa looked on, tears welling up in her eyes, her

gaze fixed on

face, a complex

her lap, like a cold, unfeeling statue. The tenderness that once worried over his illness had long turned to dust during his five-year imprisonment, leaving only fear of

finally bandaged, everyone breathed a collective sigh

think marrying into the Fosters

was the same

assuming the worst about

matter anymore. She had long stopped caring what

made him happy,

into wealth and be a trophy wife." Her tone

face twisted, momentarily

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