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."

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

have another space, but it's

and let her stay

airy as the guest rooms, never imagining it lacked even

conjured images of Claire enduring endless cold, lonely nights

sister had been relegated

nearly

suggesting, "The storage room is damp. Perhaps it would be better to move

as though pierced by countless needles of remorse. He took a

Claire's unconscious form and headed straight

brotherly concern for Miss Claire, after

the door to Ethan's room swung open, and Victor's voice preceded

much that you'd move her to your room

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

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

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