Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 395

Pain twisted the woman's face into a mask of agony.

"You... you'd kill me?" she stammered, her voice raw and ragged, laced with unbearable suffering.

Mandy blinked her wide, innocent eyes, looking for all the world like a harmless little bunny-utterly incapable of violence.

"Oh, absolutely," she replied, her tone light and almost playful. "You know, I've already killed six people. One more won't make a difference. Especially since you went after the child of someone I care about most."

"Too bad for you—you just happened to get caught hitting my little girl. So now, you've got to pay the price." Mandy's voice was airy, as if murder was no more significant than tossing out yesterday's trash.

But to the woman, every word was a devil's whisper, chilling her to the bone.

Bent double by pain, the woman clutched her stomach as blood seeped between her trembling fingers.

Through desperate, quivering gasps, she pleaded, “Please..... please let me go. My son-he's only a year old. He needs his mother, please..."

But Mandy's knife didn't stop; she twisted it deeper, almost methodically.

intestines ruptured under the motion. She howled-an animal caught in a trap-her screams

cold as ice. "Your son's still a

I care if your kid loses his mom? All I know is this: you hurt someone I love. There's only one way to make

please! I'm sorry, I swear! I'll never lay a hand on Tramp again!

dare call her 'Tramp'

word-Tramp-struck Mandy's

ignited, Mandy yanked the blade free, raised her arm, and sliced the woman's throat

and gasping for air. Her hands clawed

scene.

in thick streams. Her eyes bulged with terror desperate for

dripped crimson in the sunlight, the

absently on

gaze to the little girl cowering on the floor-her cheeks stained

Penet

But now, facing Claire's daughter, her entire demeanor softened; all fury vanished, leaving only a gentle warmth in

You're safe now. No

in terror, wide eyes locked on Mandy's bloodied figure, her small frame