Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

This scene hit Claire like a tidal wave, a mix of resentment and gratitude crashing

over her heart, and tears sprang to her eyes. Her family had never believed in her, constantly causing her pain. The warmth she felt always came from May and strangers. Her family had abandoned her, but the world had not.

Claire wondered if her situation was one of fortune or misfortune. There were so many words of gratitude she wanted to express, but in such a tense moment, she could say nothing.noveldrama

Suddenly, Claire turned around, dropping the fruit knife stained with Ethan's blood, and rushed to Irene's bedside, starting CPR. Her hands pressed down firmly and quickly on Irene's chest, her voice repeatedly calling out, "Irene, you have to wake up, you can't die. I've already spent five years in prison because of you. Do you want me to face a death sentence if you die?"

She didn't fear death. But she couldn't accept her enemies living well after she

was gone.

Vanessa watched Claire desperately trying to revive Irene, filled with fear and shock. She had used all her strength when she strangled Irene. But before she could confirm if Irene was dead, Claire had burst in. She was terrified that Irene might be revived by Claire.

A look of panic flashed in Vanessa's eyes, but everyone's attention was fixed on Claire and Irene, so no one noticed her guilty expression.

As each second ticked by, sweat poured off Claire's forehead, soaking her clothes. Her arms were numb from the intense effort, but through sheer determination, she continued each precise motion. Claire's heart ached as she looked at Irene's unresponsive face.

Come back to life, please...

She carefully pinched Irene's nose, took a deep breath, and leaned down, sealing her lips over Irene's, gently breathing air into her lungs, performing mouth-to- mouth resuscitation.

Vanessa stood by, watching as Irene showed no signs of waking. Her heart rate began to slow, and a barely noticeable smirk crept across her lips. She thought: Ha! Irene must be dead. Now there's nothing to fear.

Ethan and Vincent watched Claire's frantic efforts to save Irene, feeling a cocktail of emotions. If Claire truly wanted to kill Irene, why would she go to such lengths to save her? Was it all just an act to fool them?

Based on what they knew of Claire, the likelihood of her putting on a performance to escape punishment seemed high. Their eyes flickered with doubt, eventually settling into a firm disdain.

"Claire, don't think that your phony CPR is going to absolve you of the crime against Irene," Ethan said with a frown.

Vincent sighed, "Claire, you've really let me down."

Aberdeen, who had been silently observing, couldn't stand listening to these two fools any longer. Their attire screamed sophistication and higher education, yet their actions and words showed utter foolishness.

Her anger flared, and unable to restrain herself, she bellowed, "Shut up!" Her voice, powerful and commanding, silenced Ethan and Vincent instantly.

Claire felt her strength ebbing away, her arms heavy as if filled with lead, her lips numb. She gritted her teeth, pressing down on Irene's chest once more, then performed another round of mouth-to-mouth.

Just as she was on the brink of despair, Irene, who had been unresponsive, suddenly coughed. The breath trapped in her chest finally escaped, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing this, Claire was overwhelmed with emotion, tears brimming in her eyes as she clutched Irene's hand, ready to pour out her grievances. But before she could, Brian arrived with the doctor in tow.

When Brian saw that Irene was awake, he was initially delighted. But when he noticed Claire standing by the bed, his expression shifted from joy to fury.

"CLAIRE, stay away from my sister!" he shouted.