Chapter 282

She scrubbed furiously at the tears streaming down her face and pushed herself to her feet, wanting to help the Coles.

But the moment she stood, a searing pain ripped through her chest. Her vision blurred, the room spun, and before she could steady herself, her knees buckled and she collapsed toward the floor.

"Claire !"

Aberdeen, Grace, and May cried out in alarm.

The three elderly women, already trembling with rage and red-eyed after hearing Irene's account, rushed forward to catch her. But Sean reached her first, gathering Claire's limp body into his arms.

She looked up at him, but her vision was so clouded with tears, the harder she tried to focus, the more her tears fell.

Even her voice sounded foreign and hoarse as she choked out, "Mr. Foster..."

"I'm here," he replied, steady and close.

"My heart... it hurts so much."

words-but each one landed like a hammer blow

had ever

all those painful secrets. Never before had she confessed, with such agony, how much her

her tears, meeting her eyes with unwavering seriousness. "Don't be afraid. Whatever you want to do, I'll stand by you-no questions asked. You don't need to worry about a

what he meant, and the dam broke

time, she didn't want to suppress

in the warmth and

before the truth

living room, echoing off

up in her grief; tears welled in their eyes and quietly slipped down their

in a coma because of it. By all rights, they should have hated Claire. They'd already tried to take their revenge. But looking at her now, so broken and vulnerable, they found their

time

voice sounded from

I'm Nathan, Vanessa's father. I've come to compensate you

now paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair,

money in his hand had come from selling off the last of

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