Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 17

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."

more, "You are a Linwood; if people knew you lived in the attic,

but it's just

it out and let her stay there

had assumed the storage room was as bright and airy as the guest rooms,

enduring endless cold, lonely nights

rooms, his own sister

nearly

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

necessary," Ethan replied firmly, his voice laced with guilt and regret, as though pierced by countless needles of remorse. He took a deep breath and instructed, "Call Victor. Tell him to come to my

he cradled Claire's unconscious

seemed the master finally showed some brotherly concern for Miss Claire, after years of neglect. She quickly

door to Ethan's room swung open, and

to your room when Vanessa is sick and should be resting in hers? Wait,

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

grabbing his medical bag and

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