Chapter 73
Claire found Vincent utterly ridiculous, and she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
He claimed to care for her, yet he sought her out to demand if she had pushed Vanessa down the stairs.
When he asked that question, he wasn’t looking for an explanation from her, he had already decided on the answer in his heart.
He spoke of letting go of the past and looking forward, yet it was he who had wronged her. Every accusation was a burden he unjustly placed on her shoulders.
He made the mistakes, refused to acknowledge them, and still expected her to be magnanimous.
On what grounds?
Who did he think he was?
As Claire’s laughter echoed through the room, Vincent’s face grew darker and darker. To him, her laughter was piercing, each note more painful than the last.
“Stop laughing.” Vincent demanded in a low voice, his tone tinged with barely suppressed anger.!!
But Claire continued, her eyes reddening with tears, the hatred in her gaze almost tangible, as if she could rip apart Vincent’s façade with her stare alone.
told you to stop laughing. Vincent snapped, his voice rising in anger. He reached out, clamping a hand over Claire’s mouth, pinning her down onto the bed.
His eyes were bloodshot, “Why h have you become like this? Why can’t you just behave?”
Claire tried to struggle, but the disparity in strength between them left her powerless.
Vincent’s hand not only covered her mouth but also pressed against her nose.
Unable to breathe, Claire’s face quickly turned red.!!
Whether Vincent didn’t notice her distress or simply didn’t care, he continued to hold her down as if punishing heck
The lack of oxygen made Claire’s head spin, and just as she was on the brink of passing out, May’s voice rang out, “Stop it!“?
Without hesitation, May swung the thermal container she held, striking Vincent’s head >
The blow forced Vincent to release his grip.
He retaliated with a swift kick, sending May sprawling across the room!
Seeing May thrown aside, Claire’s heart clenched painfully, “May-” she screamed, her voice filled with terror and fury.
The thermal container clattered to the floor, spilling its scalding chicken soup over May, who cried out in agony as the hot liquid seared her skin, leaving red welts on her face and arms.
Claire’s eyes filled with rage, and she grabbed an apple from the bedside table, hurling it at Vincent
“Vincent, get out–I never want to see you again.”
“Get out? What right do you have to tell me to leave?!
Don’t forget, you’ve only made it this far because I’ve always protected you. When you were bullied, I fought for you. You wanted fruit, I found it for you. After everything I’ve done, what have you done for me?”
Back at the orphanage, when you were being beaten and scolded, you never told me to leave Vincent said, stepping toward Claire once
more.
Claire shook with rage, grabbing the fruit knife from the basket, brandishing it wildly to keep Vincent at bayll
Her eyes fixated on the knife in Claire’s trembling hand, “Claire, have you lost your mind? You really want to hurt me with that?“N
“Yes, I have lost my mind! Driven mad by your” Claire’s hand trembled violently, the blade cutting erratic paths through the air, her eyes blazing red
Vincent was right
Those days in the orphanage were the happiest memories of her childhood.
And because of that, despite Vincent landing her in prison, she couldn’t bring herself to completely hate him, all because of his unwavering protection back then.
The five years she spent behind bars were a repayment for the fifteen years he had looked after her
But now, there was an irreparable rift between them. The mirror was shattered, beyond repair, and all she wanted was to keep her distance, to maintain the last shreds of dignity.
But Vincent was relentless, refusing to let go.“!
