Chapter 74
He insisted she shouldn’t hold grudges, forcing her to choose forgiveness.
“What do you want from me? What will it take for you to leave me alone?” Claire screamed hysterically, wildly brandishing the knife in her
hand.
“When I was in the orphanage, I trusted you completely. I thought you were my only support in this world. You promised no one would bully me, that you’d become a lawyer and send anyone who hurt me to jail. But what did you do? Did you keep any of your promises?”
“I didn’t hold it against you when you broke your word, or when you sent me to prison to take the fall for Vanessa. Why can’t you just let me go?“:
“Was five years of torment in a dark prison not enough to balance out the fifteen years you cared for me?“%
“Fine. Il pay you back. I’ll give it all back.”
There was a resolute determination in Claire’s eyes as she slowly turned the knife towards herself, plunging it into her shoulder without hesitation.
The sharp blade sliced through her skin instantly, and blood gushed out like a crimson river staining her arm and the bedsheets beneath her in deep red..
Yet her face remained expressionless, as if she couldn’t feel the pain.
In prison, she had suffered much worse injuries and had grown accustomed to enduring all kinds of harm.
Her brow didn’t furrow even slightly; she just kept her eyes locked on Vincent, her lips barely moving as she whispered, “Is this enough?”
Vincent stood frozen in shock, his face ashen as he watched the blood continue to pour from Claire’s shoulder, the vivid red searing his eyes.D
“Not enough?” Claire’s voice was eerily calm, as if discussing something unrelated to herself.
And with that, she tightened her grip on the knife handle and pulled it out!!
More blood splattered with the motion, a few drops landing on her face, mingling with what might have been sweat or tears, leaving her looking both defiant and desperate.
Without hesitation, she stabbed the knife into her shoulder again, her eyes filled with a mix of madness and exhaustion. “Is it enough
now?”
“You’re…you’re insane, insane… Vincent’s voice was hoarse and dry, as if the Claire before him was a stranger, a stranger who terrified
itim.E
Claire didn’t reply, letting her actions speak for her.
She pulled the knife out again and stabbed it back into her shoulder one stab after another, without pause or mercy.
Ten times in total!!!
With each thrust of the blade, her body trembled slightly, but the determination in her eyes never wavered.
In the blink of an eye, her shoulder was a gruesome mess, soaked in blood, the sharp scent of iron filling the room.
May, unable to care about her own injuries any longer, rushed over with a heart full of sorrow. “Miss Claire, please stop. She wrapped Claire in a tight embrace, glaring at Vincent with hatred. “Why don’t you leave? Do you want to kill Miss Claire?”
Compared to May’s emotional outburst, Claire’s gaze towards Vincent was utterly devoid of warmth.X
“Five years in prison plus the ten stabs just now–does that pay back the fifteen years at the orphanage?“%
Vincent’s heart was shattered by Claire’s resolute actions.
No, it shouldn’t be like this V
He had only come to check on her, and now it had spiraled into this nightmare R
She was the girl he’d protected and cherished for over a decade.
the knife. I
ck up the
Seeing his silence, Claire tossed the fruit knife at his feet. “Attorney Lewis, if you’re sul not satisfied, pick up as many times as you need until you’re finally content.”2
I let you stab me
