Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 131

Claire's eyes were bloodshot, and her intent to kill Nathan was anything but a casual threat.

In that moment, Nathan was completely enveloped in terror. He vividly recalled the determined look on Claire's face when she had tried to kill him not long ago.

This time, her murderous intent was even more intense, chilling him to the bone.

The shock and fear were so overwhelming that Nathan's pupils dilated rapidly, and his legs felt as heavy as lead, almost impossible to move.

Just as the knife was about to pierce Nathan's heart, Adah, standing next to him, gave him a hard shove. Nathan's body lurched to the side, and the deadly blow intended for his heart instead plunged deep into his shoulder. The knife sliced through, coming out the other side.

Nathan's scream of agony echoed through the hospital room, a sound so piercing it seemed to threaten the ceiling itself.

Claire didn't hesitate for a moment. She pulled the knife out swiftly.

There was no trace of mercy in her eyes, only an endless, burning hatred. Her eyes had turned red with rage.

This time, her target was Nathan's stomach.

Nathan felt an unprecedented fear. As he endured the searing pain from his shoulder, he pleaded, "Claire, I truly know I was wrong this time. Please, don't kill me."

But Claire was unmoved. She ignored Nathan's pleas, and her knife thrust forward without hesitation.

Each of the three successive stabs was fueled by years of pent-up resentment. She didn't even blink, just as she had shouted before—she wanted his life.

Nathan was so terrified he lost control of his bladder. He no longer cared about anything else and turned to flee from the hellish hospital room.

The third stab landed on his rear, and after being hit three times, Nathan knew that stopping meant facing certain death.

At that moment, he had already abandoned thoughts of his wife and children, focused solely on escaping this nightmare.

Vanessa's voice was shaky, her eyes fixed on the knife in Claire's hand. Her face was as pale as a sheet, sweat mixing with her makeup, rendering her pitiful and disheveled.

Claire remained unmoved, her gaze devoid of warmth. "Wrong? Did you think you were wrong when you framed me five years ago? Admitting it now is too late!"

Once more, she raised the knife high, aiming it unerringly at Vanessa.

Ethan, witnessing this, shouted in horror, raising his hand to stop Claire, "Claire, that's enough, murder is against the law—"

Before he could finish, Claire's knife had already descended, piercing the hand he had extended to intervene. Blood gushed from between his fingers.

Ethan let out a cry of pain, his handsome face contorted in agony.

Claire pulled the knife back without hesitation, her eyes still coldly fixed on Vanessa.