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."

don't care about my reputation anymore. I just

for his mistress. The daughter you doted on was the mistress's child. This

the staircase was eerily identical to the scene from her past life, and it sent a brutal shock

as if her skull would split open. Her heart felt as though

abandoned by Nathan at an orphanage to suffer, while Nathan had brought

own kidney had been

kidney had been

the truth and confronted Nathan

tore her apart. Her whole body convulsed

watched her,

in her previous life, Claire herself had

true, then. Adah didn't love her, and never even

shot Adah a cold, dismissive

a shred of longing or hope for her mother. It was like a thousand arrows

body to move, reaching out to Claire,

I was wrong.

mother knows when she's