Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 102

He kicked the lifeless body with disdain, blood smearing his polished shoes. His brow furrowed in irritation as he muttered under his breath, "What a jinx. Always causing trouble."

Claire lay on the floor, abandoned and left to fend for herself on the cold, unforgiving tiles.

Outside the mansion, a soft drizzle had begun, the rain growing heavier with each passing moment, quickly soaking May's thin clothing.

Clinging desperately to the iron gates of the mansion, May's tears mingled with the rain as she cried out, "Mr. Linwood, Mrs. Linwood, please, for the love of your own daughter, have mercy on Claire! The wound on the back of her head is bleeding badly. If we don't get her treated soon, she could die!"

Her voice, hoarse from desperation and shouting, wavered in the wind and rain, but inside the mansion, there was only silence.

Each raindrop that hit the ground felt like a blow to May's already shattered heart. Her mind was haunted by the image of Claire lying lifeless in a pool of blood. "Oh, Miss Claire, how did it come to this...?"

After what felt like an eternity, Claire slowly regained consciousness. Her head throbbed with intense pain, and dizziness clouded her vision.

The dim, cold living room before her was empty, her family long gone. All that remained was a stark, crimson stain marking the violent confrontation that had just unfolded.

burning with a fierce resolve. "I will make them pay

hauled her weary body out of the

May, drenched from head to toe, and tears welled

so sorry. I

thank goodness you're awake. Come on,

wanted to refuse, but May had already

flooded Claire's heart. Without another word, she

in torrents, each drop a resounding drumbeat as May trudged through

her fragile frame, May's determination was unwavering. Each step was an exertion of her entire being, yet she clung tightly to Claire, fearful of letting

eyes glistened with unshed

May's hair and onto Claire's hand, chilling her skin, yet an unfamiliar warmth spread

family faded against the backdrop of May's fervent care, making Claire deeply

Claire on her back,

her neck, waving frantically at the speeding cars, her voice pleading, "Please stop!