Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 307

Maybe it was the argument the night before, or maybe it was finally letting go of the resentment she'd carried for years-whatever the reason, Claire slept better that night than she had in nearly eight years. She drifted off easily, not even a dream disturbing her rest.

Dawn was just barely breaking when Claire woke, feeling lighter than she had in ages.

After a quick wash, she made her way downstairs, her steps brisk and almost buoyant.

The moment she entered the kitchen, Claire spotted May bustling about, an apron tied around her waist.

Hearing footsteps, May turned and, catching sight of Claire, looked genuinely surprised. "Goodness, Claire, you're up so early! Are you hungry? Let me whip something up for you."

Claire shook her head. "I'm not hungry, May. I just wanted to make breakfast myself for Mr. Foster and Grandma. I feel like it's the least I can do while I'm staying here."

May laughed, waving her off. "Oh, there's no need for that! I'll have breakfast ready in no time. Go on, the kitchen is all smoke and grease."

her arm, grinning playfully. "Please, May? Mr. Foster and Grandma have both been so kind to me.

teach me how to make that simple noodle breakfast? Yours is always the best I'd love

all right. I'll show you. I'm sure Mr. Foster will be warmed

knew you'd say yes. You're the best,

spirits high and May's pride glowing, the two of

in a white porcelain bowl, topped with a golden fried egg, sprinkled with fresh green onions and parsley, and finished with just a

Sean, Aberdeen, and Grace wandered into

beamed. "Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster, you have to try this-Claire made breakfast for you herself

exchanged fond

such a thoughtful girl," Aberdeen gushed, her smile stretching ear to ear. "I do love a good bowl of

taste even better. With skills

Claire's first time making these noodles, and honestly, I think she

wonder I took such