Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 232

She slowly approached the embroidery frame, staring at the once-vibrant threads that now appeared dull and lifeless to her weary eyes.

Her hand involuntarily reached out to touch the fabric, her fingertips trembling slightly as memories of her time with the Linwood family flooded her mind.

The cold stares, cutting remarks, and now the brutal truth that her biological parents might have plotted to use her for her kidneys-all these realizations cut into her heart like sharp knives.

With shaky fingers, Claire picked up the needle. As the thread whispered through the taut silk, she forced herself to focus on the unfinished embroidery piece titled "Radiant Beauty," hoping the act of stitching could numb her pain.

But no sooner had she pierced the silk with the third stitch than a tear fell onto the embroidery hoop, slowly absorbed by the cloth.

She hastily wiped it away with her sleeve, but more tears cascaded uncontrollably, blotting the fabric with damp patches.

Suddenly, the needle pricked her finger, and a bead of crimson blood welled up, merging with her tears to form a startling blossom of red on the silk, like a haunting flower.

In that moment, all of Claire's resolve crumbled.

She collapsed onto the desk, sobbing uncontrollably.

Years of humiliation, pain, and despair surged forth like a breached dam, pouring

out with each heart-wrenching cry.

Unbeknownst to her, Sean had quietly approached from behind.

shake with sobs, his

sorrow.

reached out instinctively to comfort her, but his hand hovered uncertainly, unable to bridge

acutely but didn't know how to begin

there silently, a steadfast presence by

cries seeped from

do to deserve this? Why treat me

much I craved family, yet you still

fist, his

was gentle yet firm. "You're

"Not unlovable at all."

all care about

"Everything, it's their fault."

couldn't hear Sean's words, lost in

cries filled the room, hammering relentlessly at the

Aberdeen, Grace, and May stood outside, watching Claire with eyes full of

the living room, Liam and

fists,

this state, the Linwood family

vanished, replaced by a seething rage, as he stormed out of the villa and

roared to life, and the car sped away like an unleashed

space, a weight on his chest that made