When Claire Sherwood heard Iris's name, the taut string in her mind finally snapped. Unable to maintain her cold, arrogant facade any longer, she burst into loud sobs. Inhaling the foul stench of bird droppings, she wept and dry-heaved, almost vomiting. Her hands and feet throbbed with intense pain. Terrified that she might become crippled, a profound dread surged from the depths of her heart. She just wanted someone to save her.
She strained her neck to look toward the shore, her eyes instantly locking onto Vincent Thorne's figure. Like a drowning woman clutching at a lifeline, she immediately let out a hoarse, desperate cry.
"Vincent, save me! I admit I was wrong. Please save me... Oh, Vincent, save me!"
Vincent had chased her for ten bitter years. He loved her to his core; his eyes and heart had room for no one else. He definitely wouldn't have the heart to watch her suffer! Because he loved her, he would risk everything to rescue her.
