Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 168

During those three years with the Linwood family, each winter felt like an

insurmountable challenge for her. If May hadn't discovered her late-night bouts of gastric pain and incessant vomiting, often preparing her some easy-to-digest pasta or warm broth to soothe her stomach, she feared she might have

succumbed to the pain.

Even then, she naively worried about Ethan's stomach issues, passing on the recipe for a nourishing soup to May, hoping she would prepare it for him whenever she couldn't take care of Brian herself.

After Claire went to prison, May continued to follow her instructions and made the soup for Ethan. However, as May grew older and without Claire's constant reminders, Ethan only got to enjoy it once in a while. Over time, his stomach troubles returned.

Hearing the servant's words, Ethan's face turned dark. "Then go make it for me. I want it exactly as it used to be."

to. It takes over two hours to make, needing constant attention and stirring to prevent it from sticking.

to supervise May making soup for over two hours? What's more, May

it seemed he wouldn't be having the soup that day. "Then get me my

servant wore an apologetic expression. "Sir, we're not sure where you keep your medicine or which type you take. May

Ethan's stomach ached even more, the pain crashing over him in relentless waves, threatening to drown him.

sighed softly, picked up the bowl, and left the room, leaving it in

gaze hollow and unfocused. No soup, no medication. All he could

the pain finally subsided, night had already fallen. Ethan slowly got up, the house completely silent, with

warm water. The warmth trickled down his throat and into his stomach, bringing

there lost in thought for a while before he moved, not back to