NovelGoldChapter 348 "Claire, why are you so ungrateful? I'm saying all this for your own good. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even bother," Vincent snapped.
Claire looked at him with a kind of pity-like she was watching a sad, ridiculous clown make a fool of himself.
"If it were someone else and you spoke to them like this, they would've slapped you across the face a long tago," she replied, her voice icy. "The only reason I don't stoop to your level is because I don't want to dirty my own hands." She took a breath, her gaze unwavering. "Vincent, I hope this is the last twe ever see each other. And if we do run into each other again, do yourself a favor and leavealone. Honestly, talking to you for even a second more makes my skin crawl. You makephysically sick." "Believe me, I mean every word. I truly, deeply loathe you. Just looking at you feels like I'm polluting my eyes. With that, Claire turned on her heel, grabbed Sean's hand, and strode away without looking back.
Vincent's hands tightened around the arms of his wheelchair, his entire body trembling.
He watched as Claire and Sean's figures faded down the street, bitterness burning in his chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe knew he'd lost her. But the urge to possess her was like a sickness-he couldn't bring himself to let go.
How could the girl who once loved him so completely just walk away, as if it meant nothing? How could she fall into another man's arms so easily? Even knowing about Claire's past, even knowing she wasn't "pure" by his standards, Vincent couldn't stand the thought of losing her.
Grinding his teeth, he clutched the folder in his lap-the lifeline he needed to get back on his feet.
He'd finally landed a big divorce case, and his client was none other than the sales manager at Foster & Co.
If he managed to win, helping the man seize every penny of his wife's fortune, Vincent stood to make at least a hundred thousand in commission-and maybe gain a powerful ally.
He was sure he could destroy the guy at Claire's side.
"Claire, just wait. I won't let you go that easily," Vincent muttered under his breath, his voice edged with madness.
Claire and Sean walked side by side along the quiet street, their shadows stretching long beneath the glow of the streetlights.
Suddenly, Sean stopped and gently placed his hands on Claire's shoulders, turning her to face him.
She looked up, and the lamplight cast a golden halo around him, softening the edges of his usually stern face. "Don't listen to him," Sean said quietly. "You're amazing, Claire. I'm not with you just for fun-I mean it." He remembered at first, he'd only gotten close to Claire because his grandmother liked her, and he was tired of being hounded by other women. He'd thought keeping Claire around would fix both problems. But after all this ttogether, he'd realized something had changed. With Claire, he felt calm at peace in a way he never had before.
She was gentle, kind, honest. There was something about the way she moved, the way she spoke, that drew people in and made them want to stay.
Claire stared at him, surprised by the warmth flooding her chest.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWas he... comforting her? She smiled. "Vincent's words don't bother me." She'd heard far worse from him before. Nothing he said could shake her anymore.
Still, there was one thing Vincent got as right: someone as broken as her deaf, crippled could never be good enough for someone like Mr. Foster.
A wave of bitterness washed over her, and she lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions.
She needed to finish her embroidery work faster, get her life back on track, retrieve her kidney, and then take Mandy and May far away. The more tshe spent with Mr. Foster, the harder it becto let go.
But a clean break would be better for both of them. The sooner she left, the less it would hurt. And when he finally forgot her, if she died, maybe he wouldn't grieve too long.
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