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."

a Linwood; if people knew you lived in the attic, they'd laugh at us. May, isn't there

space, but it's just

it out and let

airy as

cold, lonely nights in this dreary room, intensifying the ache

the vast mansion where even the staff enjoyed private rooms, his own sister had been relegated

realization nearly

"The storage room is damp. Perhaps it would be

guilt and regret, as though pierced by countless needles of remorse. He

cradled Claire's unconscious

concern for Miss Claire, after years of neglect. She quickly dialed Victor Lewis's number, "Hello? Dr. Lewis, our young lady is ill.

Ethan's room swung open, and Victor's

you dote on your sister so much that you'd move her to your room when Vanessa is sick and should be resting in hers? Wait, why is

pale face on

criminals," he said, grabbing his medical bag and turning

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