Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 131

Claire's eyes were bloodshot, and her intent to kill Nathan was anything but a casual threat.

In that moment, Nathan was completely enveloped in terror. He vividly recalled the determined look on Claire's face when she had tried to kill him not long ago. This time, her murderous intent was even more intense, chilling him to the bone. The shock and fear were so overwhelming that Nathan's pupils dilated rapidly, and his legs felt as heavy as lead, almost impossible to move.

Just as the knife was about to pierce Nathan's heart, Adah, standing next to him, gave him a hard shove. Nathan's body lurched to the side, and the deadly blow intended for his heart instead plunged deep into his shoulder. The knife sliced through, coming out the other side.

Nathan's scream of agony echoed through the hospital room, a sound so piercing it seemed to threaten the ceiling itself.

Claire didn't hesitate for a moment. She pulled the knife out swiftly.

There was no trace of mercy in her eyes, only an endless, burning hatred. Her eyes had turned red with rage.

This time, her target was Nathan's stomach.

Nathan felt an unprecedented fear. As he endured the searing pain from his shoulder, he pleaded, "Claire, I truly know I was wrong this time. Please, don't kill me."

She ignored Nathan's pleas,

of the three successive stabs was fueled by years of pent-up resentment. She didn't even blink, just as she had shouted

his bladder. He no longer cared about anything else and turned to flee

after being hit three times, Nathan knew that stopping meant facing

already abandoned thoughts of his wife and children, focused solely

Claire's murderous gaze slowly shifted

was covered in blood, the crimson liquid dripping steadily from her arms and the hem of her

was wild, strands clinging to her face, which was pale yet exuded a

like a vengeful specter emerging from the depths of

toward her, her lips trembling, unable to utter a

shrank back desperately, as if she could somehow evade the palpable

voice was hoarse and icy, each word squeezed out through gritted teeth. "For five years, I rotted in prison, while

don't kill me,