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."

the attic, only for him to object once more, "You are a Linwood;

have another space, but it's just a storage

it out and let her stay there

and airy as the guest rooms, never imagining it lacked

lonely nights in this dreary room, intensifying the ache

rooms, his own sister had been relegated to a damp,

nearly

hesitated before suggesting, "The storage room is damp. Perhaps it would

voice laced with guilt and regret, as though pierced by countless needles of remorse. He took a deep

he cradled Claire's unconscious form and headed

the master finally showed some brotherly concern for Miss Claire, after years of neglect. She quickly dialed Victor Lewis's number, "Hello? Dr. Lewis, our young lady is ill. Please

room swung open,

your room when Vanessa is sick and should

bemused until he spotted Claire's pale face on the bed. His playful demeanor

he said, grabbing

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