Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 463

She narrowed her eyes. Adah really had a knack for showing up at just the right moment—just like in her previous life. Back then, after Vanessa had pushed Irene down the stairs, she and Adah had arrived on the scene one after the other.

Adah knew perfectly well that she couldn't have been the one to push Irene- she'd been downstairs the whole time-yet she had still chosen to cover for Vanessa, going so far as to delete the security footage herself.

Now, Claire wondered, what would Adah do this time, seeing her own son and precious adopted daughter lying at the bottom of the stairs, both battered and bleeding?

Claire watched with a hint of anticipation. But to her surprise, Adah's face didn't display the pain and worry for Vanessa she'd expected.

Instead, seeing Cordelia and Vanessa unconscious, and Ethan writhing on the ground unable to get up, Adah clutched her head in agony, as if she was about to split apart.

A flood of memories crashed through her mind-

"Mom, you knew it was Vanessa who pushed Irene. Why did you cover for her?"

"You're my real mother! To protect Vanessa, you deleted the only evidence that could have proved my innocence. How could you be so cruel to me?"

"Officer, it wasn't me, you've got the wrong person-it was Vanessa."

"You think you can guilt me just because you gave birth to me? Fine, I'll repay you for giving me life. If you won't raise me, then I'll give you a finger in return-that's all your love is worth to me."

care about

husband stole your kidney for his mistress. The daughter you doted on was the mistress's

past life, and it sent a brutal shock through

through her mind, making her feel as if her skull would split open. Her heart felt as though it had been run

months-her precious little girl-had been abandoned by Nathan at an

had been taken and

been stolen and transplanted

and confronted Nathan

apart. Her whole

her, frowning

stand. Yet, in her previous life, Claire herself

love her, and never even

a cold, dismissive

that held not a shred of longing or hope for her mother. It was like a thousand

out to Claire, her eyes full

I was wrong.

knows when she's made a terrible