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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 388
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Chapter 378 When he first heard that his own sister had been abandoned in the mountains, left at the mercy of the men there, he began to hate Claire with a burning intensity.

Ever since then, the whole family-mother, father, and son-had been waiting for the perfect moment to take revenge on Claire.

Now, at last, their chance had come.

The three of them had just received news of Vanessa's death.

It was Scarlet who'd told them, even providing the address.

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After hanging up, Scarlet was practically gleeful.

Vincent, however, frowned. "Why did you call them here?" "Why? So they can finally teach Claire a lesson she'll never forget. Isn't it obvious?" Vincent's voice was tense with panic. "Are you out of your mind? They'll kill her." Scarlet sneered. "No, you're wrong. They won't let Claire die so quickly. They'll make sure she suffers first. I want her to be trapped in a living hell-begging for death, but unable to die. I'm going to record every second of her misery and post it online for the whole country to watch. Everyone will see what happens to people like her." "You're insane. Aren't you afraid of Sean coming for you? That man is a monster." Scarlet waved off his concern, her eyes cold. "Revenge? Please. The moment I kidnapped Claire, I stopped caring about Sean's threats." She laughed bitterly. "At first, I thought maybe I could seduce that bastard, get something out of him for myself. But he humiliatedforcedto eat so much cake I got fat and ended up with diabetes. Now I've lost everything. What's left forto fear?" "If anyone should be afraid now, it's Sean. I'd love to see his face when he finds out Claire has disappeared-see him completely fall apart." Scarlet strode over to where Claire lay.

Claire was unconscious, feverish, her wounds infected. Her face was flushed, lips cracked and dry-every breath a struggle.

Vincent watched, his heart twisting with pity.

"Claire's sick. Can't you at least get her smedicine?" he pleaded.

Scarlet turned on him, slapping him hard across the face. "Spineless coward. No wonder Claire never wanted you-and neither did I. If she doesn't care about you, why should you care about her?" She leaned in, her voice dripping with contempt. "If I were you, I would've taken what I wanted the moment she got out of prison. She was a convict-who'd believe anything she said? If you'd made her yours then, she never would've met Sean. She wouldn't have anyone to protect her. Really, it's your own fault for being so useless." Vincent's cheek stung, humiliated by yet another round of Scarlet's abuse. For a moment, he felt a murderous urge toward her.

But then, the truth in her words cut even deeper.

He'd always been too soft, too guilty over what Claire had endured. That's why she never respected him, why she always looked down on him.

If only he'd been more forceful after her release. If only he'd claimed her as his own, she would've had no choice but to marry him.

Back then, he was still a lawyer, providing for the family. All Claire would have needed to do was stay home, cook, clean, and raise children.

But it was too late for regret now.

Vincent stared at the feverish Claire, his gaze darkening.

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"Claire, you brought all of this on yourself," he murmured.

Scarlet clapped him on the shoulder.

Provincent ON m "That's more like it. She's just a woman, Vincent. There are plenty more fish in the sea, but if you want her so badly, why not take your chance now?"

With that, Scarlet unlocked the cage, grabbed Claire by the skirt, and m dragged her out, dumping her at Vincent's feet.

"Don't waste the opportunity. If she dies before you act, you'll never om forgive yourself. You two grew up together, and you've always wanted her. Are you really content to just look and never touch?" Vincent's expression flickered, torn between hesitation and something far darker. Scarlet was right.

If Claire was going to die, she should die as his woman.

Even in the afterlife, she'd belong to him—and to no one else.