Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 37

Claire stared intently at Irene. "Irene, it's me, Claire," she said softly.

"You despise me so much, I'm sure you can recognize my voice, right?"

"I've heard that some people in a coma can have some level of awareness. I wonder if you can hear me now."

"If you can, when will you finally wake up?"

Claire rambled on, her words filling the air, but the person lying in the bed showed no sign of response.

The antiseptic smell permeated the hospital room, mingling with the stark whiteness of the walls and bedsheets, which only accentuated Irene's frail, skeletal frame.

Claire slowly sat down by the bedside, her eyes never leaving Irene's pale face.

"Do you know?" Claire whispered. "Everyone thinks I was the one who hurt you, but I'm innocent. No one knows this better than you."

"You've been unconscious for five years, and in that time, I took Vanessa's place in prison."

"You can't imagine how horrible it was. They jabbed me with needles, beat me with sticks, and even took one of my kidneys... all under the orders of your brother, who wanted revenge for you."

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting dappled patterns on the floor, unable to chase away the gloom that hung heavily in the room.

Claire took a deep breath, forcing back her tears as she continued, "I remember the first time I met you. You smiled so brightly, like a princess. I envied you then—your loving family, your affluent life, your many friends. And here I was, finally back with the Linwood family, but I always felt like an outsider..."

"And now, I'm nothing more than a disgraced ex-con."