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.

icy and indifferent, like

by his agitated state, he was likely

sharp and cold like the moonlight cutting

opened, and

into hazy orbs of light in the downpour, while Ethan's

down his black shirt and tracing

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

charged like an enraged bull, throwing a

the blow, his movements tearing through the soaked

edge of the curtain with white-

kick, Sean sent Ethan sprawling, landing heavily on the

down at Ethan, his voice icy.

"Not worthy? And you are? You claim to care for Claire, yet you indulge in your desires, heedless of her frail health. You're just

Sean's chiseled face, his soaked clothes clinging to his steadfast frame, enhancing his rugged

"Claire

into the villa, leaving