Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 380

Sophia stood to the side, a cold sneer curling her lips. "What a pathetic excuse for

a man. Fancy yourself a top lawyer, but you can't even protect yourself. Now look at you-crippled and useless. All those years in law school were a waste, weren't they?"

Her words prompted raucous, unrestrained laughter from the others in the room.

Vincent's face flushed a deep, angry red, but there was nothing he could do. He was powerless, forced to watch helplessly as Hank Brown dragged Claire into a nearby bedroom.

Hank tossed Claire onto the bed and climbed on top of her, intent on doing her harm.

Despite the searing pain wracking her body, Claire fought back with everything she had, desperate to break free. Her hand fumbled blindly along the nightstand until her fingers closed around a table lamp.

Without hesitation, she swung the lamp as hard as she could, smashing it down onto Hank's head.

Hank howled in pain, clutching his scalp as blood began to stream down his forehead, painting his face a ghastly red and making him look even more like a demon in the dim light.

Enraged, he straddled Claire, slapping her over and over. Her cheeks quickly swelled, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Hearing their son's scream, Sophia and Garnett Brown rushed into the room, only to find Hank with blood pouring down his face. Their eyes blazed with fury, and they moved to help Hank punish Claire. At that moment, a sharp knock sounded at the front door.

toward the hallway, "Who is it? What do you want at

came-just more frantic, insistent

brow furrowed in suspicion. "Could it be Sean's people? Did they find

trembling. "No way. How could

knocking grew louder, more

Now!" a voice barked from

froze, fear creeping into their

Liam-Sean's right-hand man,"

do? They've

panic. As long as we don't

they've called the

something from the kitchen-a knife, anything! If they come in, we

Garnett, and Scarlet each armed themselves with kitchen knives, their

wheelchair and snatched a rolling pin

of them stared intently at the door, bracing themselves. Hank, meanwhile, was still on top of Claire, tearing

little bitch," he spat. "Even if I die tonight, I'm going to

so special