The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 197 - The Abused Little Girl

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Chapter 197: The Abused Little Girl

The girl was curled up in the bed, and her pitch-black hair was as smooth as silk. The moonlight fell on her face. Her skin was delicate and fair, her long eyelashes, like b.u.t.terfly wings, trembled with her breath. She was sleeping peacefully, and her usual cold face looked like a pear blossom with raindrops in spring.

Under her delicate nose, her pink lips were slightly curled up, glowing with a seductive l.u.s.ter.

Spark held his head with a hand and played with the hair beside her ear with his fingers, and a gleam of affection flickered across his eyes.

“Claire…”

He whispered.

Claire seemed not to be sleeping well and frowned slightly.

Spark stretched out his hand, smoothed her eyebrows, and his thin lips curled up in a pampering smile.

Claire looked so cute in her sleep.

Spark came over every night then onwards.

He leaned against the bed, staring at Claire’s sleeping face, unwilling to look away for even half a minute.

At this moment, Claire opened her eyes suddenly and happened to meet his gaze.

The man looked startled and panicked about being caught. “Did I wake you up?”

In fact, every night he came, Claire was awake.

He held her hand, kissed her face secretly, played with her hair, and gazed at her with scorching eyes. How could it not wake her up?

Claire s.h.i.+fted her gaze down and looked at the man’s knees. “You…”

Spark’s lips moved up. “It doesn’t hurt at all.”

“OK.” Claire looked away.

Spark moved his head closer, his eyes flickering. “Claire, are you worried about me?”

Claire’s voice was cold. “No.”

The man grabbed her hand and dropped a gentle kiss. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll just pretend that you care about me.”

During the day, Claire walked out of the You Palace.

Looking around, there were towering mountains in the distance. It was quiet and secluded here and the air was fresh.

She stood outside the door, while guards pa.s.sed by from time to time. There were guards in every corner, making it extremely hard for her to escape.

The You Palace was very large, and Claire’s room faced south. She pa.s.sed through multiple corridors and found that there was an independent villa near the north, which contained many women and children. They talked and laughed and seemed to have a leisurely life.

Claire observed from afar.

“Curious about who they are?” The man’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Claire turned her head, only to see Bert standing behind her. The white silk covering his eyes fluttered in the wind.

Claire glanced at him.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Claire’s veiled small face, and smiled. “I am from the Menglai Clan. Have you heard of the Menglai Clan?”

Claire said indifferently, “Yes, you are good at making bewitching bugs, right?”

Bert pointed to the detached villa in the distance. “They are all families and lovers of members of Hesa Army, including their wives, mothers, and children.”

Claire was curious. “Why are they locked up?”

Bert replied. “We’ve developed a kind of bewitching bug, called Co-existent Bewitching Bug, and planted it into Hesa Army soldiers and their lovers. When they live, their lovers live, and when they die, their lovers die too. So, for the people they love, they have to fight bravely on the battlefield. True love is not to die for each other, but to do their best to live for each other.”

Claire narrowed her eyes slightly.

This method was really vicious.

Half a month later, Spark could stand up and walk properly.

A group of guards swarmed into the hall, holding a little girl in their arms. She was seven or eight years old, skinny, wearing tattered clothes, and bruised all over. From her sallow face, one could tell she must be severely malnourished.

The leader reported to Spark. “All the Harris have been killed, but… a child was found in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the Harris. She is the niece of Mrs. Harris but had been imprisoned in the bas.e.m.e.nt, beaten up by her aunt and raped by her uncle.”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 196 - Don't Touch My Claire

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Chapter 196: Don’t Touch My Claire

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Spark didn’t speak and picked himself up with difficulty. He took three steps and knelt again, his pupils trembling fiercely due to pain.

In the end, he could no longer stand and almost crawled forward, but he still managed to finish kneeling on those more than a thousand steps.

When he arrived at the gate of Gold Chime Temple, Noah hurriedly helped him up.

The skin and flesh of his knees were mangled, with gravel and sand embedded in. Even white bones were faintly visible, and the blood was trickling down his legs to the ground.

Spark pushed Noah away and stumbled into the temple gate.

A huge Buddha statue stood inside.

He knelt down with a plop and straightened his waist.. He raised his head, stared at the Buddha statue rebelliously, and said sternly, “Listen carefully, if there is retribution for me, put it on me. Don’t touch my Claire!”

Noah paced back and forth in anxiety outside.

Soon, Spark staggered out and she immediately came up to him. Before she had time to speak, however, she saw the man shake and fall to the ground severely.

“Emperor You!”

In the evening, the sunset poured into the room.

Claire slowly woke up on the bed, staring at the pure white ceiling, her pupils focusing little by little.

The voice of the servants rang in her ears. “She woke up. She finally woke up!”

On the other side, the doctor was dealing with Spark’s wounds.

His knees were badly mangled. Pebbles were embedded deeply into the flesh, and the doctor had to pick them out one by one and then bandage the wound with medicine.

The potion soaked into the flesh, giving him a heart-piercing pain.

Spark paled and clenched his hands into fists so hard that his bones creaked but he didn’t make any sound at all.

He might have to be in rehab for a long time.

The doctor told him not to walk around at least during this month.

The door was knocked, and a servant reported outside. “Miss Claire is awake.”

Spark got up with a jerk but tore the wound on his knee, causing him to fall severely on the sofa. The gauze soaked in the blood instantly.

Noah hurriedly stopped him. “The doctor said you can’t walk around. Let me get you a wheelchair.”

She got a wheelchair, helped Spark sit on it, and pushed him out.

At the door, the man suddenly said, “Wait, let me look in the mirror first.”

Noah pushed Spark to the bathroom.

Spark stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was messy and his face was gaunt. As he hadn’t slept for a long time, he had a pair of dark circles and his knees were still stained with blood.

He suddenly felt a hint of timidity, and slowly lowered his head, his voice hoa.r.s.e. “I’ll go over later.”

This look would scare Claire.

Noah went to take care of Claire in Spark’s place.

Claire was sitting by the bed, staring at the dead branches outside the window, seemingly in a trance.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Seeing her look well, Noah breathed a sigh of relief and replied. “You suddenly fell into a coma, and the doctors couldn’t find out the reason. The Menglai Clan man said that this was the retribution caused by Emperor You and asked him to go to Gold Chime Temple, kneeling and kowtowing along the way to wash away his sins.”

Claire narrowed her eyes. “And then?”

“To save your life, Emperor You knelt and kowtowed all the way to Gold Chime Temple for five days and five nights without stopping. His knees were all torn and the ground was soaked in his blood.” Noah observed Claire’s reaction, only to find that she looked indifferent and didn’t seem to be moved at all. “Don’t you… have anything to say?”

Claire glanced at Noah sideways. “What should I say?”

Noah couldn’t believe it and said hoa.r.s.ely, “Is your heart… really this cold?”

Claire remained silent.

Late at night, after Claire fell asleep, Spark came to her room alone in a wheelchair.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 195 - Retribution

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Chapter 195: Retribution

Spark held up Claire’s hand and kissed it softly. “Claire… Don’t scare me. Wake up…”

This brutal man looked really fl.u.s.tered at this moment.

In three days, he got dozens of doctors to examine Claire.

But none of them could not identify the cause.

“Get me all the doctors in the East Continent!” Spark almost went crazy. He looked really gaunt after guarding Claire sleeplessly for several days.

“Perhaps, it’s retribution.” Bert stood in the corner of the room, his eyes behind the white silk that only had the white but no pupils. He seemed to be looking at the girl on the bed.

Spark cast a murderous gaze at him, his face gloomy under the mask. “What did you say?”

The old man, whose eyes were also covered with white silk next to Bert, said, “Please calm down. As far as we know, people with too much blood on their hands will receive retribution. Perhaps the retribution dared not happen to you, so it fell on Miss Claire.”

Spark sneered coldly. “Do you think I would believe this nonsense?”

The old man’s tone was sincere. “Emperor You, no doctors can find the cause why Miss Claire has been in a coma. Maybe you can try believing it.”

Spark said nothing.

At night, a servant knocked on the door. “It’s time for you to eat.”

He hadn’t eaten or drunk for several days.

The man’s roar came from the room. “Get out! Get the h.e.l.l out, all of you!”

The servant ran away in fright.

Spark sat by the bed and smoothened the scattered bang on Claire’s forehead. He leaned down, and kissed her eyes gently.

“Claire, don’t be afraid…”

He seemed to have made up his mind. Spark got up, and left the room.

On the first floor, Bert was waiting for him.

Spark slowly walked downstairs, his eyes unfathomably dark. “If it is really retribution, how can it be resolved?”

Bert pointed out the door. “There is a Gold Chime Temple to the west. You can go there kneeling and kowtowing along the way to wash away your sins.”

“Are you crazy?!” Noah walked over and stared at Bert. “Gold Chime Temple is in City Wu. Don’t you know how far is it from here? How can you let Emperor You do this?!”

Bert ignored Noah.

Spark rubbed his temple and ordered coldly. “Get prepared. Let’s set off today.”

Noah’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Are you really going to do such a crazy thing?!”

Spark walked to the door, looking to the west, and then, with a plop, he knelt on both knees.

Right after, he got up and walked three steps forward before he knelt again.

Noah gaped in shock, unable to utter a word.

Spark knelt all the way to downtown without stopping. It had been five hours already. He straightened up and knelt on the ground with a loud bang, looking forward resolutely.

The streets were full of people, who were craning their necks to peer.

“It’s Emperor You…”

“What is he doing?”

Halfway through the trip, Spark’s knees had been torn and were badly mangled, dripping with blood.

He gritted his teeth, propped himself up with his arm, staggered forward three steps, and knelt down hard again.

Following behind, Noah watched with horror as the blood spread along the way.

After three days and three nights, they finally arrived at Gold Chime Temple.

Spark supported the ground with both his hands. A fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. He pursed his thin, bloodless lips. His breathing was weak. He staggered as if he was about to fall the next second.

Gold Chime Temple was built on the top of the mountain with more than a thousand stairs winding upward.

Noah was anxious. “Please… don’t kneel all the way up, OK?”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 194 - He Is A Beast

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Chapter 194: He Is A Beast

The man was ragged and scarred, and his body was trembling with fear.

Spark played with the gun in his hand. “How dare you try and escape under my nose? How do you want to die?”

The man suddenly raised his head, glared at him with resentful eyes, and roared. “G.o.d is watching you! Killing so many people, aren’t you afraid of retribution?! Aren’t you scared that their ghosts will drag you to h.e.l.l?!”

Spark slowly got up and squatted in front of the man. He raised his chin with a gun, and a ferocious crimson gleam flickered in his eyes. “I never believe in retribution. In the East Continent, I am the G.o.d! I am the devil! I will kill anyone who stands in my way, no matter whether they are people or ghosts!”

Then he pointed the gun at the man’s head and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the blood splattered all over.

Seeing the man fall, he didn’t even blink his eyes and said lightly, “Drag him out and feed the dog.”

Several guards pulled the body out, and a b.l.o.o.d.y breath spread in the hall.

Spark threw the gun aside. The moment he raised his eyes, he suddenly felt a cold gaze on him.

Claire was standing on the stairs with a veil covering half of her face. Her expression couldn’t be seen, only her beautiful eyes were exposed. Her pupils shrank as she stared at him motionlessly.

“Claire…” Spark hurriedly got up and the cruel look on his face was gone. He wanted to walk towards the girl.

Realizing that his hands were stained with blood, he paused and quickly hid his hands behind him. Standing there, he looked at Claire like a helpless child, his eyes filled with intense anxiety.

Claire remained silent and turned to go upstairs.

Soon, Spark chased her into her room. His hands had been wiped clean, and he hugged Claire so hard as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood.

There was a hint of fear and panic in his voice. “Claire, I’m sorry. I scared you! Don’t be afraid of me, okay?”

Well, she was not so timid.

It was just that in the past few days, he was so gentle and meticulous to her that she thought he wasn’t as brutal as rumored.

But now she understood that this man, despite pretending to be a dog in front of her, was still a beast in his bones.

During the day, Claire wandered around the palace.

The whole place was extremely quiet and dull. Even the servants immersed themselves in their work and dared not say anything. Having no communication with each other, they lived in extreme fear of losing their lives if they weren’t careful enough.

An army walked into the hall. The soldiers were all st.u.r.dy with a cold expression, carrying a sniper rifle, and walking at a consistent and loud pace. They were well-trained, obviously different from the guards in the palace.

Claire leaned on the railing of the stairs and asked. “Who are they?”

Noah replied from the side. “They are the Hesa Army.”

Hesa? Claire had heard of this famous name.

It was rumored that there were only a hundred of them, but they were very brave and skilled in battle. They were almost invincible, which was why Emperor You was able to destroy the three Kingdoms of East Continent in a short period of time

Claire didn’t speak anymore, and was about to go back to the room.

Suddenly, feeling dizzy, she slumped to the ground and rolled down the stairs.

“Miss Claire!” Noah was shocked and hurriedly took Claire back to her room.

Claire was lying on the bed, her eyes closed tightly. Her face was pale, and she had fallen into a coma.

“Can’t find out the reason? Say it again!” Spark was furious and severely pinched the doctor’s neck, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.

The doctor trembled with fright. “I… what I said is true. All the physical indexes of Miss Claire are normal…”

Spark directly picked up the gun and put it against the doctor’s head. Seeing Claire on the bed, he stiffened and quickly put down the gun.

He said coldly, “Useless waste! Drag him out and solve him.”

Several guards stepped forward and dragged the doctor out of the room.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 193 - I Can Give You Freedom

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Chapter 193: I Can Give You Freedom

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“What are you doing?!” Claire tried to pull her ankle back but accidentally pulled her wound, and gasped in pain.

“Don’t move.” Spark pressed her foot gently as if he was afraid of hurting her. “I heard from Noah that you sprained your foot but refused to see a doctor.”

Claire didn’t say a word.

Spark let go of her ankle and walked into the bathroom.

When he came out, he had a pot of hot water in his hand.

He put the hot water on the floor next to the bed. He picked Claire from the bed, and knelt on one knee. Holding Claire’s foot, he slowly immersed it in hot water..

“Don’t get hurt again.” The man held up the hot water with his palm and poured it on Claire’s ankle. His actions were so careful as if he was treating a treasure.

When the water cooled down, Spark picked up the towel next to him, he gently dried Claire’s foot. He wrapped a bandage around her ankle, and then tucked her feet into the bed.

Claire still maintained a long face.

Spark put his head on the bed, staring at Claire with glowing eyes, like a child begging for candy. “Claire, can I sleep here?”

Claire curled up, grasping the quilt tightly, her eyes full of vigilance. “Go out!”

The man’s bright eyes darkened. He stood up and left the room obediently.

The next day, Claire got paper and pen and drew what she saw last night into a simple map, but there were still many details to be added.

At night, Noah came to the room with a smile on her face. “Miss Claire, shall we go to the garden?”

Claire glanced at her and refused flatly. “Don’t bother.”

Noah did not give up but urged. “Let’s go. There is a surprise for you.”

When they came downstairs, Noah pushed the door of the back garden open, and in an instant, a brilliant light lit up.

In the garden, the trees on both sides were decorated with small lamps. When they flickered, it looked like a star river. Even the petals were coated with fluorescent paint, dotted with small diamonds, and glowing with colorful colors. Looking at them, one seemed to be in a wonderland.

Claire walked on the trail, and every time she stepped on a slate, the slate would instantly glow with white light, as if it was full of magical power, dispelling all the darkness for her.

Noah said, “Emperor You ordered this fearing you’ll get hurt again.”

Claire turned her head and asked. “When did you make this?”

“Today, during the day. In order not to disturb you, Emperor You ordered us to be as quiet as possible.”

She hadn’t heard anything at all.

“Do you like it?”

Behind her came the cold voice of the man.

Claire turned her head and saw Spark walking over.

When he walked to Claire, the man opened his long trench coat and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

Claire struggled but didn’t break away.

Spark put his chin against Claire’s head and gently rubbed it against her head.

Claire frowned irritably.

After a moment of stalemate, something occurred to her and she asked tentatively. “Since you won’t let me leave, I want the right to move freely in this house.”

Upon hearing this, the man narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura raged in the dark night.

“Forget it if you don’t agree.” Claire pushed the man away hard, trying to leave.

Spark suddenly grabbed Claire’s arm and stared at her stubborn little face. He seemed to be bewitched by her, the coldness dissipated from his body, and he gave an indulgent smile. “Claire, don’t be angry. I can give you freedom, but only in this You Palace.”

That would be enough. As long as she could move freely here, she would find a chance to escape.

At noon, the sun was s.h.i.+ning.

Spark leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, and his posture exuded extreme elegance.

Two guards dragged a man in and threw him in front of Spark.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 192 - Do You Really Remember Nothing?

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Chapter 192: Do You Really Remember Nothing?

She tilted her head, staring at the moonlight outside the window. She put the knife on her chest, and slowly curled up.

Is Mom alright?

She was sleepless all night.

Early in the morning, the door was opened and a woman walked in.

She wore a neat suit, her long hair was pulled into a bun behind her head, and a gun and a walkie-talkie were hanging at her waist. There was something cold and sa.s.sy about her.

Claire’s pupils shrank and she suddenly grabbed the knife beside the pillow. “It’s you?!”

It was this woman who took her away from home.

“What is your purpose for bringing me here?” Claire asked coldly.

The woman looked at her suspiciously. “Do you really remember nothing?”

Claire narrowed her vigilant eyes. “What should I remember?”

The woman fell silent.

After a while, she lowered her head and said, “My name is Noah Baker. From today, I will be your personal bodyguard and take care of your daily life.”

Claire frowned in disgust. “I don’t need it.”

Noah didn’t speak anymore and silently exited the room.

At noon, Noah came in to deliver food.

“You’ve been having trouble with your stomach. Eat something mild.”

Having no good impression of her, Claire asked. “Where is the girl who delivered me food before?”

Noah replied. “Killed.”

Claire’s expression changed. “Why?”

“Because she saw your face.”

Just because of this, she was killed?

Claire subconsciously touched the veil on her face.

Seeing Noah walking outside, Claire called her without any emotion in her tone. “It’s too stuffy in the room. I want to go out for a walk.”

Noah’s eyes slightly lit up, and she seemed a little happy. “OK, but not during the day. I will take you out at night.”

After dark, Noah appeared as promised.

She took Claire out of the room and went to the lobby on the first floor.

The floor paved with black marble reflected blurred figures. Outside the circular arch, there was a cloister with no end in sight.

The overhead chandelier was dim, and the dark gray walls made the empty hall look even more gloomy and depressing.

Seeing Claire, all the servants retreated to the corner. They bowed their heads respectfully, and did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Claire observed the surroundings silently.

She wanted to investigate the place clearly enough so that she could work out a new escape plan.

She followed Noah to the garden and they walked on the cobblestone path.

It was autumn, but it was still full of fresh, delicate flowers here, swaying in the wind.

“These flowers are planted by Emperor You for you. He hired the best gardeners to ensure that they can bloom even in winter.” Noah said as she walked.

Absent-minded, Claire didn’t watch her steps. She suddenly stumbled on a stone, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground.

With a click, she sprained her ankle.

“Miss Claire!” Noah exclaimed and hurriedly helped Claire up. “Are you alright? I’ll call a doctor right away!”

“No need.” Claire withdrew her arm indifferently and said expressionlessly, “It doesn’t hurt much. I’m going back.”

She turned and limped into the hall.

Noah followed, trying to reach out to help.

Claire frowned, and her voice was cold. “Don’t touch me.”

Returning to the room with difficulty, she lifted the skirt and found that her ankle was bruised and swollen.

Claire didn’t bother to deal with this minor injury.

At midnight, in her sleep, she suddenly felt something cold was touching her ankle.

Claire opened her eyes, only to see a dark figure at the end of the bed.

She immediately turned on the light.

It was Spark.

Sitting by the bed, he had removed the quilt and held Claire’s ankle with one hand.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 191 - Claire Is Too Simple

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Chapter 191: Claire Is Too Simple

Late at night, the shadows of the trees were mottled outside the window.

Claire walked to the door, took off the hairpin on her head, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it twice.

With a click, the door opened.

When she stepped out of the room, the lights in the dark corridor weren’t on.

Following the route last time, she fumbled down the spiral staircase. The servants should have rested, and the dark hall was dead silent.

Claire climbed out of the window on the first floor. Only then did she finally see that this place was like a huge European-style palace.

It was no exaggeration to say that it was a castle.

Looking up, there were dozens of floors, and a bright moon hung on the spire of the tower.

Claire had discovered that the palace was built on the mountainside.

She climbed over the tall fence, with slippers on her feet, and ran for two hours without stopping before finally reaching the city center.

She couldn’t take a plane without a pa.s.sport.

So she could only go to a long-distance station nearby.

When she came to the ticket window, however, the staff told her that her ID card was required if she wanted to buy a ticket.

Claire leaned against a corner of the wall crestfallen.

She didn’t even have an ID card.

No matter what, since she had escaped, she would find a place to hide first.

She rubbed her hair and got up.

As soon as she walked out of the gate of the station, suddenly countless white lights lit up, s.h.i.+ning towards her at the same time.

The lights were so dazzling that Claire covered her eyes with her hands. From the gap between her fingers, she saw a dozen black cars parked side by side in front of her.

Obviously, they were here for her.

The door of a car was opened, and Spark got out of the car slowly.

Still in a mask, he wore a black s.h.i.+rt, which made his skin look even fairer. His tie was pulled open and hung loosely around his neck. With a hand in his trouser pocket, he walked gracefully towards Claire.

Claire stepped back subconsciously, turning her head to escape.

The man suddenly grasped her shoulders, gently pushed the scattered hair away from her forehead, and said with an indulging smile. “Claire is too simple. Do you think my security system is so easy to be hacked? Even if you hacked the surveillance system, the You Palace is also full of guards, and no one can escape.”

Claire’s eyes widened. “So, you knew it from the beginning? Watching me run out, watching me turn from joyful to anxious, do you enjoy this cat-and-mouse game? Pervert!”

Spark cupped her small face and said creepy words in a gentle tone, “Claire, I am not playing a cat-and-mouse game with you. I just want you to know, even if you escape from my You Palace, you can’t escape from this city. The entire East Continent is my territory. I have eyes everywhere in this place.”

“…”

Claire was exhausted physically and mentally and didn’t want to talk.

Getting in the car, Spark hugged her on his lap and looked at her feet.

Because of running, Claire’s slippers were worn out, and her toes were exposed, red and stiff with cold.

“Idiot, why didn’t you change your shoes when you ran away?” The man bent over, took off Claire’s shoes, and wrapped her little feet in his palms.

Back in the room of the You Palace, Spark put Claire on the bed, then took out a veil and put it on Claire’s face.

Claire turned her head and avoided. “What are you doing?!”

“Put it on. Don’t let anyone see your face.” The man covered half of Claire’s face with the veil and then reached out to unb.u.t.ton her clothes.

Claire quickly grabbed the knife and held it in front of her, like a furious little wild kitten.

“Claire, go take a hot bath.”

Claire looked at the man vigilantly. “I can take a bath myself. Get out!”

“Okay.” Spark stood up and walked out of the room.

The moment the door was closed, Claire seemed to be drained out of strength and fell backward.