Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 89

Though Claire was puzzled, she followed instructions and brought a black garbage bag from the kitchen.

Without hesitation, Claire placed the bag over Nathan's head.

This act shocked and angered Adah, Ethan, and Vanessa.

"Claire, how could you be so cruel? Dad is already in this state, and you still want

to suffocate him with a garbage bag. Are you even human?" Vanessa cried out, raising her hand to strike Claire, but Claire swiftly blocked her.

"If you don't understand, just keep your mouth shut," Claire snapped, silencing everyone present.

She glanced at them coldly. "The purpose of placing a plastic bag over the head is to increase the concentration of carbon dioxide in the body. When a patient hyperventilates, they exhale too much carbon dioxide, causing its levels to drop, which raises the blood pH and leads to alkalosis. By covering the mouth and nose with a plastic bag, the carbon dioxide they exhale is re-inhaled, helping to restore the normal acid-base balance."

"Vanessa, weren't you one of the top students at Elite Crest High? How come you don't understand something as simple as maintaining acid-base balance?" Claire mocked, her voice dripping with disdain.

Vanessa's face flushed with anger, but she remained silent, unable to retort.

After a while, Nathan slowly regained his composure. He yanked the bag off his head, threw it to the ground, and angrily moved toward Claire.

if you have another attack,

"You... you ungrateful daughter."

a dismissive glance, snorted coldly, and turned to head

living

because I didn't want to owe you anything; now I stay because I saved your life. In my eyes, your life is only worth a room. Otherwise, I could have asked for

Nathan fumed, his anger nearly

this, Ethan hurriedly picked up the plastic bag and put it over Nathan's

out made the bag inflate and deflate, a sight as absurd

Claire smirked.

stopped caring, she could express herself freely, and

Claire lay on the soft bed, exhaling

admit, a big

could have woken up on such

eyes, she

there was a knock on her door, a rhythmic three taps. From the sound and timing, she knew it had to be May; the Linwood family members never bothered to knock—they

"Come in."

was May, carrying a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle

against the headboard and