Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 27

Ethan?

What on earth was he doing here?

The man standing before her was seething with anger, his presence like a cold, constricting serpent wrapping tightly around Claire.

Claire's face was etched with terror as she desperately struggled to free herself.

But Ethan's strength was astounding, his grip unyielding, refusing to let go.

His face was ashen, his teeth clenched, resembling a grim reaper. "It's late- where do you think you're going?" he demanded.

Claire barely registered his words; her only thought was escape. "Let me go!" she pleaded.

Ethan was like a mad beast, oblivious to Claire's struggles and resistance, forcefully dragging her away from the ticket barrier.

Her feet left long marks on the ground, her bag tumbling to the floor, scattering clothes and coins everywhere.

The disparity in strength between them was overwhelming; no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free.

as a fallen leaf, swept away by a

she couldn't go

her towards Brian, with that man's ruthless

her panic, she cried out to the crowd at the ticket gate, "I don't know him! He's a trafficker, help

desperate cries echoed through the vast train station, instantly

hesitated, unsure of what

authoritative voice, "She's my sister. We've had a family dispute, and she's trying to run away.

The travelers wavered, uncertain.

commanding, dressed in a tailored black suit, exuding authority from head

look

into a sob, her eyes red and tears streaming

her plea, no one stepped

welled up inside

to give up on rescuing

hope was worth fighting for with every ounce of

swept swiftly across the crowd and landed on a woman in her fifties, locking eyes

cried out with all

at the ticket