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

state, he was likely distressed about

Claire's lips, sharp and cold like

the heavens opened, and rain

iron street lamps in the courtyard blurred into hazy orbs of light

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

within him.

like an enraged bull, throwing a punch at Sean

the soaked fabric of his shirt, revealing the taut veins of his

and she gripped the edge of the curtain with

sent Ethan sprawling,

voice icy. "You're not

grin on his lips. "Not worthy? And you are? You claim to

chiseled face, his soaked clothes

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

turned and strode back into the villa, leaving Ethan crumpled on the