Chapter 75
Vincent’s lips trembled violently as his eyes fixated on the gruesome wound on Claire’s shoulder. The deep crimson of her blood felt like a sharp sword piercing straight into his heart.
It was as if something lodged in his throat, preventing him from uttering a single word.
A profound sense of despair engulfed him entirely.
Countless times, he had imagined reuniting with Claire, believing that despite their turbulent past, they could eventually find solace in each other’s company once more.
But now, everything spiraled out of his control.
Fear gripped him–a fear of facing this Claire, who was now filled with hatred; a fear of the endless coldness in her eyes.
He could no longer bear to stand there in front of her.
With great difficulty, he turned away, his steps unsteady and hurried as he fled the hospital room.
As Vincent made his escape, Claire collapsed like a deflated balloon, her tense body suddenly devoid of strength, slowly sinking backward..
“Miss Claire!” May cried out in panic, her voice echoing urgently. “Doctor, we need help!”
When Claire awoke, she found herself no longer in the hospital room.
She looked around, bewildered by the pink, princess–thermed decor that filled the room, unsure of her location.
She sat up abruptly, her movement aggravating the wound on her shoulder, and a muffled groan escaped her lips.l
Once the searing pain subsided, she peeked under her collar. The injury had been treated, a white bandage wrapped around her shoulder, with a faint trace of blood seeping through.
Claire got out of bed and walked straight to the door. As she opened it, she realized she was back at the Linwood family estate, in what was once Ethan’s room, now inexplicably transformed into a princess–themed sanctuary.
Her brow furrowed slightly as she glanced downstairs.
In the living room, the couches were occupied by Nathan, Adah, Ethan, and Vanessa. Joining them was a handsome man with an air of sophistication–Brian.
Vanessa was the first to notice Claire standing on the second floor. With a look of delight, she exclaimed, “Sister, you’re finally awake!!
Claire’s gaze turned icy at her words.
Awake? She had been unconscious, unaware of how she left the hospital and returned to the Linwood estate.
Yet from Vanessa’s lips, her unconsciousness was dismissed as mere Thziness.
Claire’s eyes remained cold as she stared at Vanessa, a wave of disgust rising within her.
Vanessa, seemingly startled, shrank back, her eyes welling up with tears. “Sister, did I say something wrong?”
Adah quickly moved to comfort Vanessa, gently patting her back. When she looked up at Claire, she said nothing, but her expression was one of accusation, as if blaming Claire for upsetting Vanessa.
Nathan, however, was less restrained. Without a second thought, he began scolding Claire, “How dare you glare at your sister? You’re in your twenties, yet all you do is eat and sleep. Yesterday you were asleep when we brought you home, and you continued sleeping. It’s already midday, and you’re just waking up. Besides eating and sleeping, what else are you good for? How did I end up with such a useless daughter?“!.
His tirade was relentless, oblivious to the presence of guests.
Eat and sleep?
What a joke.
He couldn’t even recognize that his own daughter had been injured and unconscious, yet he deemed himself worthy to belittle her.
Having long seen through their charade, Claire found his insults neither painful nor provoking
She looked at Nathan, his face flushed with anger, her expression devoid of any emotional response.
“Mr. Linwood, have you finished?” Claire’s voice was cool, her demeanor unruffled
