Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 222

Sean sat elegantly on the sofa, his long legs crossed and his voice resonating with a deep, magnetic quality. "It's getting late, Grandma. You all should get some rest."

"Yes, you should also turn in early," she replied gently.

Aberdeen, Grace, and May took the hint and retreated to their rooms, leaving Sean alone in the living room. The quiet was occasionally interrupted by Ethan's distant shouting and the rumble of thunder outside.

Ethan's voice had grown hoarse, yet he remained relentless, refusing to relent in his tirade.

Victor, frowning, tried to reason with him. "There's no point in shouting, Ethan. Let's just head back."

But Ethan was deaf to his words, his gaze fixated on Claire's window with unyielding intensity.

Claire, though not truly asleep, was attuned to every nuance of the situation. She sensed that something was off about Sean earlier.

She rose from her bed and peered through a gap in the curtains, spotting Ethan and Victor outside the door.

Ethan was pacing like a caged lion, his face twisted with rage and desperation.

her eyes icy and indifferent, like a winter night. She knew Ethan was here for

agitated state, he was likely distressed about Vanessa's suffering

of Claire's lips, sharp and cold like the moonlight cutting

heavens opened,

hazy orbs of light in the downpour,

stepped into the rain, water streaming down his black shirt and tracing the

sworn enemy, and anger flared within him. "You bastard! How dare you show your face! Hand Claire over

bull, throwing

his movements tearing through the soaked fabric of his shirt, revealing

the edge of the curtain with white-

kick, Sean sent Ethan sprawling, landing heavily

voice icy. "You're not worthy to

to his feet, pain etched across his features, a twisted grin on his lips. "Not worthy? And you are? You claim to care for Claire, yet you indulge in your desires,

clothes clinging to his steadfast frame, enhancing his

Ethan. "Claire is

back into the villa,