Chapter 17

In the cramped little attic, the only furnishings were a worn-out folding bed and a few sparse, basic belongings. Everything else was clutter-boxes, old books, and forgotten knick-knacks. The walls were yellowed, exuding a musty odor, while cobwebs collected in the corners.

Seeing the state of the place, Ethan was seething with anger. "May, what were you thinking? Claire is my sister. Who allowed her to live in this dump?"

May, feeling wronged and helpless, replied, "Sir, wasn't it you who told Miss Claire to stay here in the first place? Have you forgotten?"

"When did I ever..."

Ethan stopped mid-sentence as memories rushed back to him.

Eight years ago, when Claire was brought back home, he had let her choose a

room.

Claire had picked the guest room next to his bedroom, which he immediately rejected, "I plan to turn that into my study. Pick another."

Then, Claire chose the room adjacent to Vanessa's. He refused again, "Vanessa wants to make that her art studio. You can't stay there."

him to object once more, "You are a Linwood; if people knew you lived in the attic, they'd laugh

another space, but

it out and let her stay there

room was as bright and airy as the guest rooms, never imagining

involuntarily conjured images of Claire enduring endless cold, lonely nights in this

private rooms, his own sister had been relegated to a

nearly

tension, while May hesitated before suggesting, "The storage room is damp. Perhaps it would be better to

needles of remorse. He took a deep breath

unconscious

a surge of happiness for Claire. It seemed the master finally showed some brotherly concern for Miss Claire, after years of neglect. She quickly dialed Victor

Ethan's room swung

on your sister so much that you'd move her to your room when Vanessa is sick and should be

his expression bemused until he spotted Claire's pale face on the

he said, grabbing his medical

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