NovelGoldChapter 347 When Sean heard Vincent's baseless, venomous accusations, a flash of cold fury flickered in his eyes.
He started to raise his arm, ready to take a swing at Vincent, but Claire stepped in first, wrapping her arms around him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe shook her head slightly, silently urging Sean not to do anything rash. Then she turned to face Vincent, a soft, contented smile on her lips. "Whatever you say, Vincent. If it makes you feel better to think that, go ahead." Vincent had expected Claire to be left speechless by his interrogation, to shrink back in shame. What he didn't expect was her complete indifference-she wore an expression that seemed to say, "You're right, I'm just a hopeless romantic, chasing after someone out of my league." Her nonchalance made his rage flare, burning hot and sudden in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to shake Claire by the shoulders, to demand why she'd let herself "sink so low." But now, with his legs gone, all he could do was sit powerless in his wheelchair and watch as Claire clung to Sean, showing off their happiness right in front of him.
Vincent shook with anger, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the armrests so tightly it seemed they might crack under the strain.
Claire, for her part, couldn't be bothered to explain herself to someone like Vincent, a petty clown desperately trying to provoke her.
He could think whatever he wanted. He no longer mattered to her he couldn't even make a ripple in her life anymore.
The more Claire acted like she didn't care, the more unbearable it becfor Vincent. He had grown used to being the center of her world-used to Claire working herself to the bone, sending him every penny she earned without a second thought. He'd always basked in the feeling of being adored, taking pride in his supposed irresistible charm.
But the devotion that had once cso easily was now gone. Claire's tenderness belonged to another man, and Vincent could not accept it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe fought to control his anger, forcing himself to sound calm and reasonable, as if he were looking out for her. "Claire, you aren't going to find happiness with someone like him. You've never had to fend for yourself out there you don't understand how ruthless people can be. Men with money like him... women are just playthings to them. That's all." He paused, looking her up and down with a sneer. "Look at yourself. You've got a criminal record, and you can barely walk. What makes you think a rich guy would ever really want you?" "He's only interested because you're something new-a ty. The moment he gets bored, he'll toss you aside like yesterday's trash." Vincent's voice softened, his gaze turning falsely tender. "We grew up together, Claire. We were both unwanted, both orphans. You have your limp, I lost my legs. Who could be a better match than us?" "Have you really forgotten everything I've done for you?" He watched her with an air of wounded sincerity, but it was all just another attempt to drag her back under his control by tearing her down.
Claire let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with scorn. "Everythingm forene?Xyou you've done for me? You mean sendingto prison for a crI didn't commit?"
"Is that your idea of caring? Always blamingfor Vanessa, vanessa, never listening to a word I said, smearing toa my neven when you knew my character?" "Don't compare us, Vincent. I'm nothing like you—I'm not an ungrateful snake who bites the hand that fed him."
"I may walk with a limp, but I'd never stoop low enough to be with your Claire's words landed like hammer blows, each one striking Vincent's heart without mercy. His blood pressure spiked, his vision swam, and he found himself gasping for air, overwhelmed by her rejection.
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