Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 122

This scene hit Claire like a tidal wave, a mix of resentment and gratitude crashing

over her heart, and tears sprang to her eyes. Her family had never believed in her, constantly causing her pain. The warmth she felt always came from May and strangers. Her family had abandoned her, but the world had not.

Claire wondered if her situation was one of fortune or misfortune. There were so many words of gratitude she wanted to express, but in such a tense moment, she could say nothing.

Suddenly, Claire turned around, dropping the fruit knife stained with Ethan's blood, and rushed to Irene's bedside, starting CPR. Her hands pressed down firmly and quickly on Irene's chest, her voice repeatedly calling out, "Irene, you have to wake up, you can't die. I've already spent five years in prison because of you. Do you want me to face a death sentence if you die?"

She didn't fear death. But she couldn't accept her enemies living well after she

was gone.

fear and shock. She had used all her strength when she strangled Irene. But before she could confirm if Irene was dead, Claire

was fixed on

off Claire's forehead, soaking her clothes. Her arms were numb from the intense effort, but through sheer determination, she continued each precise motion. Claire's heart ached as

back to life,

pinched Irene's nose, took a deep breath, and leaned down, sealing her lips over Irene's, gently breathing air into

began to slow, and a barely noticeable smirk crept across her

If Claire truly wanted to kill Irene, why would she go to such lengths to save her? Was it all just

a performance to escape punishment seemed high.

CPR is going to absolve you of the crime against Irene," Ethan

sighed, "Claire, you've really let

these two fools any longer. Their attire screamed sophistication and higher education, yet their actions and words