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.

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

his agitated state, he was

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

heavens opened, and

of light in the downpour, while Ethan's distorted features flickered with the flash

rain, water streaming down his black

onto Sean as if confronting a sworn enemy, and anger flared within him. "You bastard! How

charged like an enraged bull, throwing a punch

through the soaked fabric of

she gripped the edge of the curtain

sent

Ethan, his voice icy. "You're not

are? You claim to care for Claire, yet you indulge in your desires, heedless of her frail health. You're just as heartless as they

down Sean's chiseled face, his soaked clothes clinging to

as ice as he fixed it on Ethan. "Claire is now deaf, crippled, and

strode back into the villa, leaving Ethan crumpled