Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 110

The next day dawned with the gentle light of morning filtering through the cracks in the window, casting a soft glow on Claire's hospital bed. After a night of rest, she felt the dull ache in her head had subsided somewhat, and her foggy mind was clearer.

Slowly, she got out of bed, hoping to get some fresh air. But as soon as she stepped into the hallway, a familiar, lilting voice reached her ears.

Claire glanced up to see Vanessa and Vincent walking side by side, laughing and chatting. Vanessa was dressed in a white sundress, her face adorned with a subtle, natural makeup look, and her forehead wrapped in a thick bandage. She exuded an air of innocent fragility, the kind that instinctively awakened a protective instinct in others.

Upon spotting Claire, Vanessa's smile froze, panic flickering in her eyes. Her body trembled slightly as she timidly addressed her, "Sister."

Vincent seemed taken aback to see Claire in the hallway, his expression a mix of guilt and a hint of unspoken pity.

Claire remained calm. To her, these two were a perfect pair - one deceitful and pretentious, the other cold and insincere. She paused only for a moment before continuing on her way, as if she hadn't noticed them at all.

bit her lip, feigning fear, yet tried to maintain her composure. In a soft, gentle voice, she asked, "Sister, are

her, but Vanessa persisted, clearly trying

Claire stepped closer, and before Vanessa could react, Claire raised her hand and slapped her hard across the

carefully applied makeup smudged by the force, and a vivid red handprint

too far! Vanessa came here to check on you, and you hit her without even trying to understand the

in anger, echoed down the

shove, and her temper flared. She

Claire's hand stung from the impact. Vincent's face turned to the side, his eyes wide

be asking what Vanessa's doing here. She knows I can't stand her, yet she insists on

Vincent, "what right do you