Chapter 142 Vincent staggered, his face contorting with pain and frustration. "Have you all lost your minds?" he roared, his voice echoing off the sterile hospital walls.
Ethan turned, his eyes blazing with anger as he pointed a trembling finger at Vincent. "Weren't you the one who grew up with Claire? Why did you betray her and send her to prison?" Each word was like a dagger, piercing Vincent's heart with precision.
His complexion turned ghostly pale, haunted memories flooding back with a vengeance. "Shut up! Just shut up!" he screamed, as if Ethan had struck a raw nerve, snapping his restraint.
With eyes red and wild, Vincent swung a punch with all his might, landing squarely on Ethan's jaw. Blood trickled from Ethan's mouth, staining the already chaotic room even further.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe hospital room, once orderly, was now a battlefield of scattered debris, toppled IV stands, and shattered glass. The three men were entangled in a furious brawl, clothes torn, faces bruised.
In the midst of this chaos, none of them noticed the figure standing at the doorway. May watched the spectacle unfold with a cold detachment, finding the scene tragically ridiculous.
"Miss Claire must have the worst luck," May thought bitterly. "To have ever cared for these lunatics." Each of these men had been someone Miss Claire once trusted, yet they repaid her with a five-year sentence. They never took responsibility, always shifting the blonto others.
Grace had already informed May that Claire had been found. Her visit to the hospital was merely to gather Miss Claire's belongings and sort out her discharge.
But witnessing this madness, May decided to keep Claire's news to herself. These men didn't deserve to know. As the tumult finally subsided, Ethan slumped into a chair, his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking. Brian leaned against the wall, chest heaving, eyes staring blankly at the floor. Vincent gazed out the window, looking lost and hollow.
Elsewhere, at Foster Manor, Sean stood by the tall windows, a hefty stack of documents in hand. Liam had been thorough, compiling a comprehensive dossier on Claire's life overnight.
As Sean scanned through Claire's history, his expression grew somber. Each sentence seemed to bleed with sorrow.
At just twenty-three, Claire had known nothing but hardship. Her childhood in an orphanage was devoid of familial warmth. She thought she'd found solace upon joining the Linwood family, only to endure three years of emotional neglect. Just when she was poised to start college, she was wrongfully imprisoned.
She had been the top student at Cresthaven Academy for three years, excelled in physics competitions, and scored an impressive result on her finals. Such a brilliant mind, surely she'd have thrived at Prestige University, the finest in Vesperia. But fate had been cruel.
Sean, usually stoic and detached, couldn't help but frown deeply as he absorbed Claire's tragic tale. Standing behind him, Liam sensed the boss's grim mood and felt a similar heaviness.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMs. Linwood's life had been unbearably harsh. Liam couldn't fathom how such a frail young woman had survived it all. It wasn't just a rough patch; it spanned her entire twenty-three years.
As he stewed in frustration, Aberdeen led Grace and May into the room. Quickly, Sean handed the dossier to Liam. "Hide this. Grandma mustn't see it," he instructed.
Liam promptly tucked it away.
"Grandma, what brings you here?" Sean asked, trying to sound casual.
The elderly lady was beaming with excitement. "Sean, where's Claire?" "She's still asleep." The content is on Seany novelenglish.net! "It's nearly ten, and she hasn't woken up?"
Concern etched on her face, she hurried upstairs to check on Claire, ve her footsteps quick and worried.
Sean didn't think much of it, assuming Claire was simply sleeping off last night's drinks. But moments later, a panicked cry echoed from upstairs, "Claire, what's wrong? Don't scare Grandma!" Alarmed, Sean dashed upstairs.