Chapter 163 The car door was suddenly yanked open by Brian, and a blast of cold air swept inside, making Claire shrink back in fear.
Brian leaned forward to peer into the car at Claire, but before he could get a good look, Sean's fist connected squarely with his face.
Staggering back several steps before regaining his balance, Brian touched his mouth and saw bright red blood on his fingertips.
The Cole family was Cresthaven's elite, and people always greeted him with smiles. Never before had he been punched in the street.
Although he knew Sean was the heir to the influential Foster family of Northcrest City, and not someone to be trifled with, being publicly humiliated infuriated him beyond measure.
In a fit of rage, Brian lunged forward and landed a punch on Sean.
Sean, not one to back down, retaliated in kind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire clung tightly to the car door, her knuckles white, as she watched Sean and Brian grapple with each other. The dull thuds of fists meeting flesh echoed in her mind.
Her heart raced with anxiety. It was all her fault; if it weren't for her, Mr. Foster wouldn't have been attacked.
From the first tshe met Mr. Foster, Claire saw he was different from other wealthy heirs. He was refined and elegant.
When his cigarette smoke bothered her, he apologized and never smoked in her presence again. When she attempted to take her own life, he stopped her and generously offered her a glass of wine worth fifty thousand dollars.
When she nearly died of alcohol poisoning, he took her to the hospital and paid her medical expenses in advance.
Claire couldn't fathom what Mr. Foster could want from her; she had no money, no looks, and was frail and sickly- there was nothing she had that he could possibly desire.
The only explanation was that Mr. Foster was a genuinely good person with noble character.
Yet, such a good man was being attacked by Brian because of her.
As guilt consumed her, Claire's hatred for Brian deepened. He had tormented her even in prison and continued to hound her after her release.
Though he knew she wasn't the true culprit behind Irene's condition, he relentlessly pursued her.
And now, he was brazenly assaulting Mr. Foster right in front of her.
Memories of her twith Sean flashed through Claire's mind.
Despite her fear of Brian, the intense hatred burning inside her gave her the strength to overcit. Her eyes darted frantically around the car until they settled on a wrench in the corner.
She grabbed the wrench, flung the car door open, and appeared behind Brian just as he raised his hand to strike again.
Without hesitation, Claire swung the wrench down on Brian's head.
Brian felt a searing pain, his vision darkened, and he lost his balance, crashing heavily to the ground.
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Claire watched as Brian lay on the ground, blood pooling around his head, and the gravity of her actions hit her, paralyzing her in shock. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the wrench clattered to the ground with a loud clang.
Her eyes were wide with terror, her teeth chattered, and her lips turned pale from the overwhelming tension.
Her legs grew weak, barely holding her upright. If Sean hadn't quickly caught her, she would have collapsed.
In the past, when she lashed out at the Linwood family, she wasn't afraid because despairhad driven her to a point where she was ready to take them down with her.
Back then, her life felt like an endless dark tunnel with no future and non hape, so she feared no En: consequences. But now, it was different.
She knew she had a talent for embroidery, something valuable. Her future was no longer bleak.
She could use her skills to earn money, change her destiny, and provide a better life for May and Mandy.