Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

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.

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

hysteria, but Mandy held her down with unyielding strength,

woman finally snapped out of his shock. His eyes widened with rage, and

of Mandy and shouted, "Mr. Cole, this is the Foster

glared at Claire, hatred

none

learned their beloved son Brian had been thrown in jail by Sean—a bombshell that kept them up all

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

they expected to see here was

their daughter, Irene, had ended up in a coma―a wound that would never heal for the Cole

years Claire spent in prison, the Coles had pulled strings behind the

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

fiercely. She, an elegant society matron, was now kneeling in disgrace, her face pressed into a filthy mess of hot soup and shattered porcelain by a

stared daggers at Claire,

ground out, "You little wretch-you think getting out of prison means you're off the hook? You hurt my daughter, and you're going

his hand, aiming a slap straight

desperate to stop him, but she was too