Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 250

Nathan found himself trapped in a nightmarish scenario, having been pushed into marrying into the Jones family by the old, stubborn head of the household. He became the talk of the town, a son-in-law everyone whispered about and looked

down upon.

This humiliation was a thorn in his side, an indignity he could never quite swallow.

"If Adah truly loved me," Nathan thought bitterly, "she should have married me with the Jones Corporation as her dowry. Instead, I was the one forced to settle in, suffering this disgrace."

He consoled himself with the knowledge that he had been farsighted enough to eliminate that old tyrant. Otherwise, he would have spent his life with his head bowed, trampled underfoot.

The more Nathan dwelled on it, the more his anger flared, burning like an untamed wildfire.

Over the years, he had provided Adah with the best of everything, treating her with perfect kindness and generosity. Now that their precious daughter was in trouble, it was her turn to repay him.

With this thought in mind, Nathan donned an expression of painful helplessness, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he feigned a look of deep sorrow before speaking to Adah. "Honey, you're finally here."

His voice carried just the right amount of weariness and melancholy. In the past, Adah, who professed to love him dearly, would have immediately asked with concern upon seeing his troubled face.

This would have been the perfect moment to reveal the news about Vanessa's arrest.

clutched a few sheets of paper tightly in her hand, her eyes as cold as ice, piercing him with an unyielding

assuming she was just overwhelmed with grief due to her broken

have to get her out. She's never faced hardship like this, and prison is no

temples with his fingers, putting on a show

reddened instantly at his

Vanessa couldn't handle suffering?

daughter

surged through Adah like a tidal wave, consuming her entirely. She asked coldly, "How do you plan to save

something was off about Adah's demeanor. Why was she addressing his

leg had only made

Hmph!

every last penny, she'd be of no

housewife for over twenty years, no property, no savings, with a

who despised her-let's see

herself homeless, reduced to

without a home in this world was little more than

Ha ha ha―

spiteful thoughts, his face betraying none of