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."

like

Claire had ever told him

uncovered all those painful secrets. Never before had she confessed, with such

you want to do, I'll stand by you-no questions asked.

understood what he meant, and the dam broke again; new tears

the first time, she didn't want to suppress

in the warmth and safety of his chest, whispering over and over, "Thank you. Thank

she would have gone on. Maybe, before the truth ever came to light,

sobs filled the living room, echoing off the

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

a storm of emotions. Their daughter had suffered in Claire's stead-had ended up in a coma because of it. By all rights, they should have hated Claire. They'd already tried to

time before Claire's

then, a voice sounded from outside

Cole? I'm Nathan, Vanessa's father. I've come

and confined to a wheelchair,

his hand had come from selling off the last of his

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