Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 166

She was penniless, her body battered and bruised. In such a state, where could she possibly go?

Brian's head throbbed with worry.

He considered his options and decided to call Ethan.

But no one answered his call.

Frowning, a wave of anxiety crashed over Brian as he redialed repeatedly, each time met with silence.

"Damned Ethan, can't even pick up the phone!" Brian cursed, tossing his phone onto the table in frustration.

Meanwhile, over at the Linwood family residence.

Ethan was already in a drunken stupor, the alcohol slicing through his stomach like a sharp knife.

He felt as if a storm raged inside him, the pain making it hard to breathe. Ethan was curled up in agony, clutching the toilet as he vomited violently. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he retched again and again.

His insides felt like they were being turned inside out, and even when he was done vomiting, the discomfort didn't subside.

felt as if it was being twisted by a blade, the pain growing more intense, pushing him

a shell of his former self, barely

his stomach, murmuring, "Claire, my stomach...

the room, gasping at

on the couch, his face as pale as a ghost, his lips devoid of color, looking utterly

his forehead.

less sympathetic. Hearing Ethan call out for Claire

was so special

she was nothing. One was in the heavens, and the other

never have brought her

was mercy enough that he didn't send

thought, Nathan unleashed his

you do is drink. Do you want to become a

mix of

weak and hoarse,

tears as she choked out, "You're hurting, but what about

in agony,

he

years she looked after him, his stomach