Chapter 388

"That's impossible. I don't believe it. Claire can't be dead. Go back in there and save her go! Save her!" Sean shook his head desperately, refusing to accept the brutal truth.

Jeffry, Liam, Victor, and Normand all stood frozen in place, stunned.

Claire...dead?

How could this be?

Why her?

It just wasn't fair.

She'd never hurt anyone in her life-hardworking, bright, honest, and kind. Claire was one of those rare good souls. Yet from the moment she was born, her own father abandoned her. She barely survived fifteen years in an orphanage, only to return home and face cruelty, false accusations, and five years behind bars for a crime she didn't commit.

She finally got out, but life never let up. Again and again, she was targeted, framed, pushed to the very edge-until her life was finally snuffed out.

Weren't good people supposed to be rewarded? So why did someone like Claire have to die such a miserable death?

Why? Why her?

could

his voice raw, "She promised to marry me! I haven't

his eyes, unable to bear it. "Sir... Ms. Linwood

through Sean's chest. He doubled

regaining consciousness,

locked on

moment, she didn't move. Then, slowly, she forced herself forward, step

and reached

past, numb, and walked straight into the operating

cold steel table, the harsh white

her. Even her lips were marked by the

at Claire's lifeless form, grief

bright, lively eyes were now sunken and dull, blank with

rooted, as if every ounce of strength had evaporated at

Claire's face—so soft, so full of love and

really left me after all," her voice rasped, barely more than

so much. I want nothing more than to follow you, to die with you... but I can't. Not

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