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.

blood trickled down her face, mixing

down with

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

thought, she darted in front of Mandy and shouted, "Mr. Cole, this is the Foster estate-not

hatred blazing in his eyes,

man was none other than

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

Sean might show

the last person they expected

ended up in a coma―a wound that would never

spent in prison, the Coles had pulled strings behind the scenes, making sure her life behind bars was as miserable as

she blamed for ruining her daughter-her emotions exploded. On impulse,

would fight back so fiercely. She, an elegant society matron, was now kneeling in

daggers

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

he raised his hand, aiming

alarm, desperate to stop him, but she