Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 132

Vanessa was in a blind panic, her survival instincts kicking in and clouding her judgment. Without thinking, she pushed Adah, her closest ally, in front of the knife to save herself.

Adah's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. Never had she imagined that her cherished daughter would make such a choice in the face of life and death.

Claire's knife found its mark, piercing Adah's abdomen.

At first, Adah stared at Claire in shock, but then she slowly turned to meet Vanessa's terrified gaze.

"Mom, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it..." Vanessa sobbed, her voice filled with desperation, before turning and fleeing the scene without a second thought, leaving Adah to collapse in a pool of her own blood.

Tears streamed down Adah's face, and it was unclear whether they were from the physical pain of the wound or the emotional betrayal inflicted by Vanessa.

Claire released the knife handle and suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. The sound was both sorrowful and haunting, echoing around the room.

"You really are Vanessa's perfect family—her doting mother, father, and brother."

"Mrs. Linwood, how does it feel to be used as a human shield by your own beloved daughter? Ha ha ha—"

Claire laughed even harder, but tears welled up in her eyes.

The tears mixed with the blood on her face, sliding down her cheeks, giving her the appearance of someone who had crawled out from the depths of despair.

Pointing at herself, Claire spoke bitterly, "I, your own flesh and blood, have bent over backwards for you, lowering myself to the ground just to earn your approval. But what did I get in return? You never acknowledged my efforts. To you, everything I did was wrong, all my sacrifices taken for granted."

"No matter what Vanessa did, in your eyes, she could do no wrong. Even if she left you to die, you still think she's perfect. Isn’t that laughable?"

"Ha ha ha—"

Ethan lay slumped to the side, his face etched with pain, his hand hanging limp as blood continued to flow, staining the floor beneath him.

Adah, however, gazed at Claire with nothing but guilt. "Claire..."

The real villains lived happily, envied by others, like princesses in a fairy tale.

Her life felt like a cruel joke.

Despite all the misery, she couldn't bring herself to kill Ethan and Adah, because there were moments in the past when they had shown her warmth.

She despised herself for her weakness.

Her life was in shambles, and she had no desire to remain in this world any longer.

Death seemed preferable; with it, there would be no more pain, no more injustice, nothing would matter anymore.

Claire slowly backed up to the window, climbed onto the sill, her legs dangling in the air. The wind gently tousled her hair as it blew in from outside.

Just one step, and it would all be over.