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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 237
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Chapter 232 She slowly approached the embroidery frame, staring at the once-vibrant threads that now appeared dull and lifeless to her weary eyes.

Her hand involuntarily reached out to touch the fabric, her fingertips trembling slightly as memories of her twith the Linwood family flooded her mind.

The cold stares, cutting remarks, and now the brutal truth that her biological parents might have plotted to use her for her kidneys-all these realizations cut into her heart like sharp knives.

With shaky fingers, Claire picked up the needle. As the thread whispered through the taut silk, she forced herself to focus on the unfinished embroidery piece titled "Radiant Beauty," hoping the act of stitching could numb her pain.

But no sooner had she pierced the silk with the third stitch than a tear fell onto the embroidery hoop, slowly absorbed by the cloth.

She hastily wiped it away with her sleeve, but more tears cascaded uncontrollably, blotting the fabric with damp patches.

Suddenly, the needle pricked her finger, and a bead of crimson blood welled up, merging with her tears to form a startling blossom of red on the silk, like a haunting flower.

In that moment, all of Claire's resolve crumbled.

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She collapsed onto the desk, sobbing uncontrollably.

Years of humiliation, pain, and despair surged forth like a breached dam, pouring out with each heart-wrenching cry.

Unbeknownst to her, Sean had quietly approached from behind.

Seeing her shoulders shake with sobs, his heart ached with an indescribable sorrow.

He reached out instinctively to comfort her, but his hand hovered uncertainly, unable to bridge the gap.

He felt her agony acutely but didn't know how to begin offering solace.

So he stood there silently, a steadfast presence by her side.

Her muffled cries seeped from the crook of her elbow.

"What did I do to deserve this? Why treatthis way?" "You all knew how much I craved family, yet you still hurtso cruelly. Am I really that unlovable?" Sean's hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white with tension.

His voice was gentle yet firm. "You're perfect." "Not unlovable at all." "We all care about you." "Everything, it's their fault." Claire couldn't hear Sean's words, lost in her own sobs.

Her cries filled the room, hammering relentlessly at the hearts of all who heard.

The door was ajar, and Aberdeen, Grace, and May stood outside, watching Claire with eyes full of sympathy, tears welling up and blurring their vision.

Even in the living room, Liam and Victor heard Claire's cries.

Liam's hands balled into fists, his jaw clenched in anger.

To have bullied Ms. Linwood into this state, the Linwood family were nothing but scoundrels! His drowsiness vanished, replaced by a seething rage, as he stormed out of the villa and into his black Maybach.

The engine roared to life, and the car sped away like an unleashed arrow, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Victor felt the oppressive atmosphere enveloping the space, a weight on his chest that made breathing difficult.

He recalled his past harshness towards Claire-those thoughtless words and actions now cut into his En conscience like knives. He felt ashamed for having hurt her so foolishly.

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Unable to bear the guilt, he too left the room, striding away quickly.

Mandy stood at the school gate, clutching her umbrella tightly, her eyes filled with anticipation.

A black Maybach zoomed by, splashing water from the puddles on the ground.

Seeing it, a bright smile spread across Mandy's face as she eagerly waved her umbrella, signaling with enthusiasm.

Yet the car sped by without slowing, a black streak disappearing iwan instant, the wind from its passage tousling her hair. Recognizing the familiar license plate, she knew she wasn't mistaken.

It was the car of the gentleman from the previous night.

He had promised to personally cfor the umbrella this morning.

Yet, after just one night, she realized he had forgotten, not even pausing while passing her school.

The smile vanished from Mandy's face, her eyes growing cold.

Indeed, the wealthy were just as arrogant as the Linwoods.