Chapter 270

Claire recoiled in panic, and some of the steaming soup sloshed over the edge of the bowl, scalding her hand. She let out a sharp gasp of pain, and the bowl slipped from her grip, crashing to the floor.

Mandy's eyes turned instantly cold and razor-sharp, like a pair of drawn blades fixed on the older woman who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

In that moment, one thought burned fiercely in her mind: she had to protect Claire.

To Mandy, Claire was one of the most important people in her life-her sister in all but blood, someone she would defend with her last breath. And now, this brazen, arrogant woman had dared to lay a hand on Claire. There was no way Mandy would allow it.

Fury blazing in her chest, Mandy charged forward without hesitation and slammed a freshly cooked fried egg straight onto the woman's heavily made-up face.

"Ah-!" The woman let out a piercing, guttural scream, the sound so shrill it was like nails scraped across a chalkboard-painfully loud and grating.

The egg was blistering hot, and the skin on her face turned red and swollen in an instant. She flailed desperately, trying to shove Mandy off, her features twisted in agony and rage.

But Mandy didn't back down for a second. She lunged again, grabbing the woman by the hair and ruthlessly kicking her in the knee. With a cry of pain, the woman collapsed to the floor.

Mandy seized the moment, shoving the woman's head down into the spilled soup and shards of broken porcelain.

blood trickled down her face, mixing with the scalding soup. The scene

but Mandy held her down with unyielding strength,

out of his shock. His eyes widened with rage, and he raised his foot, ready to kick Mandy

lurched. Without a second thought, she darted in front of Mandy and shouted, "Mr.

glared at Claire, hatred blazing

man was none other than Brian's

his wife had just returned from a vacation abroad the night before. The moment they got home, they learned their beloved son

the Foster residence, hoping Sean might show mercy for their sake and let Brian

last person they expected to see here

the reason their daughter, Irene, had ended up in a coma―a wound that

Claire spent in prison, the Coles had pulled strings behind the scenes, making sure her life behind

Karin Cole, saw Claire-the woman she blamed for ruining her

matron, was now kneeling in disgrace, her face pressed into a filthy mess of hot soup and shattered porcelain by a wild, relentless

daggers at Claire,

prison means you're off the hook? You hurt my daughter, and you're going

raised his hand, aiming a slap straight at

spun around in alarm, desperate to stop him, but she

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