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.

Otherwise, if you have

"You... you ungrateful daughter."

dismissive glance, snorted coldly, and

living upstairs and go

stay because I saved your life. In my eyes, your life is only worth a room. Otherwise, I could have asked for the whole house, and then you'd be the one out on

you're just twisting words," Nathan fumed, his anger nearly causing another

up the plastic bag and put

and deflate, a sight

Claire smirked.

herself freely, and seeing

bedroom, Claire lay on the soft

to admit, a big bed was indeed

stolen at birth, she could have woken up on such a bed

her eyes, she savored the

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 just barged in

"Come in."

May, carrying a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle

headboard and took