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

held her down with unyielding strength, her eyes filled with

arrived with the older woman finally snapped out of his shock. His eyes widened with rage, and he raised his foot,

a second thought, she darted in front of Mandy and

glared at Claire, hatred blazing in

man was none other

moment they got home, they learned their beloved son Brian had been thrown in jail by Sean—a bombshell that kept

might show mercy for their sake and let Brian

person they expected to see here was

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

Coles had pulled strings behind the scenes,

saw Claire-the woman she blamed for ruining her daughter-her emotions exploded.

She, an elegant society matron, was now kneeling in

father, Jarrod Cole, stared daggers

think getting out of prison means you're off the hook? You hurt

his hand, aiming

spun around in alarm, desperate to