Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 216

Sean towered over him, his presence commanding and unyielding. With a deliberate movement, he reached out and grasped the man's chin, forcing eye contact. Sean's gaze was like a deep, unfathomable abyss, dark and chilling, seeming as if it could swallow one's very soul.

Despite Ethan's status as the esteemed heir of the Linwood family, accustomed to a life of privilege, even he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine when faced with such a sinister stare.

"You're so concerned about Vanessa," Sean's voice was a low, icy drawl, dripping with disdain. "Do you fancy her?"

Ethan was taken aback, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief, as though he'd just heard the most absurd joke in the world. Before he could gather his thoughts, Sean spat out another phrase, cold and cutting, "Truly repulsive."

Releasing Ethan's chin with a look of distaste, Sean grimaced as if he'd touched something utterly filthy. The driver, sensing the moment, promptly handed him a pristine white handkerchief. Sean took it, methodically wiping his hands before casually tossing the cloth onto Ethan's face.

handkerchief slid down, landing on the dusty ground, a symbolic reflection of Ethan's current state—rumpled, devalued, and

heart, compelling him to shout

cast a cold, indifferent glance

his wit's end, unable to fathom

stood there, a silent figure, his lips curving into a barely perceptible smirk. His aim was to see Claire happy, and those who had wronged her punished. But these were thoughts

suit, and Liam, who had been standing nearby, shoved Ethan aside before joining them.

Ethan realized the full extent of his actions. He had single-handedly destroyed the last vestige of his bond with Claire. This was a mess of his own

towards his own vehicle, his steps unsteady. He drove

on their beds, the effects of the anesthesia long gone, their cries echoing through the space, a haunting chorus

now!" Nathan shouted hoarsely, sweat pouring down his forehead, his complexion ashen