Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 383

Claire was running on empty—her strength had long since left her.

Yet she refused to slip away quietly, to die without a ripple.

Looking back, her short life had been filled with regrets, so many missed chances, so many things that weren’t worth it. Now, if she had to face the end, she at least wanted her death to mean something.

Images of Mandy flashed through her mind—Mandy, avenging her by killing four people. It was all her fault, Claire thought bitterly. The darkness in her own past had shaped Mandy in ways she never intended. She was a curse.

She’d gotten May fired from the Linwood family, pushed Mandy down a path of violence, and now Sean—because of her—was lying in a hospital bed with both legs shattered by falling rocks.

If none of them had ever met her, their lives would have been so much brighter, so much fuller than they were now. At the very least, she could try to do something meaningful with whatever time she had left.

The doctor finished explaining her condition and left the room.

Jeffry, Victor, and Normand all turned toward her at once. When they saw she was awake, their eyes filled with worry.

Claire managed a faint smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

She turned her gaze to Jeffry. “Jeffry, please—don’t tell Sean what’s happened to me. I don’t want him to worry.”

Jeffry pressed his lips together, hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.

Relieved, Claire’s smile deepened. Then she looked to Victor. “Victor, you’re a doctor. Could you prescribe me something for the pain? I… I’m scared it’ll get worse.”

Victor hesitated, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes. He knew everything Claire had been through. Because he understood so well, her request cut even deeper—she almost never complained, never asked for relief. This was the first time.

It was clear her pain was unbearable, and only then would she ask for help.

His voice was rough as he replied, “Of course. I’ll get you something right away.”

Claire nodded. Once Victor left, she turned to Jeffry and Normand. “I’m a little tired. I think I’ll try to rest for a while.”

She looked so pale, almost translucent, her exhaustion drowning out any trace of liveliness.