NovelGoldChapter 261 Vincent was completely consumed by rage, his mind clouded with fury as he shook the iron bars with reckless abandon.
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
The metal rattled under his brute strength, groaning as if it might snap at any moment.
His eyes bulged wide, every muscle in his face contorted by anger until his features seemed almost monstrous- like a demon unleashed from hell itself. It was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
"You miserable wretch!" Vincent's voice tore through the air, raw and hoarse. "I'll kill you!" He thrashed and raged like a rabid dog, completely out of his mind.
Vanessa only watched, delight swelling inside her like a dam that had finally burst. The sight of Vincent unraveling fueled her exhilaration to new, dizzying heights.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe let out a sharp, piercing laugh that echoed through the cellblock, an uncanny counterpoint to Vincent's howls.
The more he raged, the louder and more wildly she laughed.
"Con, what are you waiting for? Do it-killif you can!" Vanessa shouted, her voice taunting, eyes gleaming with mockery. "Pathetic coward. Regret won't save you now-it's far too late!" She laughed and twisted her body deliberately, as if flaunting her victory right in Vincent's face.
All the commotion quickly drew the guards' attention.
Two officers rushed in, grabbing Vincent by the arms and pinning him back.
Vincent fought them with everything he had, kicking and twisting, desperate to break free and lunge at Vanessa. "Letgo! Letgo!" he screamed, his throat almost gone, voice cracking with the effort. "I'll kill her, I swear I'll kill her!" His gaze never left Vanessa, burning with a hatred that looked ready to set her ablaze.
As the officers dragged Vincent away, Vanessa's smile only grew brighter. She stuck out her tongue at him in a childish, mocking gesture. "Go ahead and rot out there in your misery. When I get out, I'll be on the first plane out of here, living it up while you waste away in your pitiful regrets." "Bitch-!" Vincent's furious curses faded as he was hauled down the endless hallway, soon swallowed up by the silence. Outside, night had fallen long ago.
Vincent sat slumped in his wheelchair, utterly defeated.
A lone streetlamp cast a pale, yellowish glow over his worn, weary face, highlighting the lines of exhaustion and despair.
It was over.
Everything was over.
Once, he'd had the world at his feet. Now, his career was in ruins, shattered like glass. And Claire-the one he cherished most-he'd driven her into darkness with his own hands. She would never forgive him.
He had nothing left. Nothing but regret and crushing loneliness.
Vincent's eyes filled with tears. Hot, silent drops slid down his cheeks, soaking into his tattered shirt.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Claire...I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to take care of you," he whispered into the emptiness. No one was there to hear his late confession.
Foster Manor.
Warm lamplight spilled through the windows, casting a gentle glow along the garden path and softening the darkness of the night.
Mrs. Aberdeen watched Claire with fondness. "Claire, you're still not well. You should get srest."
Claire shook her head lightly. "I'll wait a little longer for Mr. Foster om Grandma. "Hearing this, the old woman's heart swelled with joy.
Her gaze happened to fall on the ring adorning Claire's middle finger, The sight made her smile even wider, her wrinkles deepening with genuine happiness.
That ring was no ordinary piece of jewelry-it was a treasured heirloom her. For years, Sean from Sean's mother., had guarded it closely. As a boy, he'd E worn it on a red string around his neck; when he grew older, he moved it to his pinky, never letting it out of his sight. Now, he'd given it to Claire-a clear sign that she was the one he had chosen to spend his life with.
"Well, I'll head upstairs now," Mrs. Aberdeen said warmly. "Don't stay up too late, dear." Claire nodded obediently, watching as the old woman made her way upstairs.
Left alone, she settled onto the living room sofa, her thoughts drifting back to her days with the Linwood family.
Back then, every afternoon after school, she'd return to a dark, empty house. The cold seemed to swallow her whole.
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