Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 176

This time, Irene finally turned her gaze toward him, but her eyes were filled with nothing but contempt and hatred.

She wanted to tell him to get out, but she couldn't move or speak. All she could do was glare at him with eyes full of loathing.

Brian, however, simply acted as if she were throwing a childish tantrum. He gently patted her head and coaxed, "Come on, Irene, don't be like this, okay?"

"Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, and getting upset isn't good for you."

He knew she didn't want to hear any of this, yet he continued to speak.

Irene felt a surge of anger rushing to her head.

Get out, just get out-

She screamed silently in her mind.

Irene hated it—hated Brian's blindness, his inability to see the truth, and hated her own helplessness.

Her eyes blazed with fury, as if she wanted to incinerate the brother who had so thoroughly disappointed her.

Brian, feeling uncomfortable under her hateful gaze, looked away and pretended to busy himself with the items on the bedside table. He kept on murmuring, "Once you're a bit better, I'll take you abroad. It will be better for your recovery."

like salt being rubbed into

Go abroad?

mind was consumed with thoughts of revealing the truth, of clearing Claire's name, and ensuring Vanessa faced justice. Yet here he was, thinking of

chest heaved with every breath, each one seething with

gaze on Brian, finding his face repugnant, wishing she could tear

it was on fire, and she managed to choke

"Out!"

taken aback, not expecting

trace of surprise flickered in his eyes, followed by a

grown up now. It's time to be

fueled Irene's anger, intensifying it like gasoline poured

though her strength was minimal, the hatred made her knuckles turn

to speak more, but all she could muster

remained oblivious to Irene's emotional brink, continuing his

the only one who stuck by you as a friend, and I

intentional, I'm sure she regrets

how pure and kind Vanessa is?" Each word from Brian was like a dull knife, cutting repeatedly at

stared at Brian, as

she screamed, what best friend? That woman turned me into a living ghost, sent Claire to jail, and yet you call her a