Rolf 's POV
"Claire!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with concern, as I witnessed her swiftly picking up the shattered fragments of the vase near her feet. Suddenly, she aimed it towards her own neck, her face flushed with anger and frustration. A wave of fear washed over me as I noticed the injury on Claire's neck. "Put that down!" I cried out, my voice trembling with urgency.
"No!" she screamed defiantly. "I never wanted to marry Robert. We both knew our love was nonexistent, but my heartless family forced me into it, leaving me with no choice." Her voice rasped with desperation. "I know you won't marry me. It's better for me to die," she shouted, pressing the sharp edges of the vase against her neck.
Fear consumed me as I witnessed the blood trickling down her neck.
"Claire, please do
