Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 315

Sean didn't manage to fall asleep until nearly four in the morning.

Barely three hours later, his phone erupted with a shrill ring, yanking him from a restless slumber.

He fumbled for his phone, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Hello?"

Liam's voice came through the line. "Mr. Foster, there's a crucial meeting in Eastborough today that needs your personal attention. I'll swing by to pick you up soon."

"Alright," Sean replied, exhaling deeply.

Liam seemed to catch the fatigue in Sean's tone-he sounded drained, nothing like his usual self.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Sean said curtly, and ended the call.

He forced himself to sit up, only for a wave of dizziness to wash over him-low blood sugar. His lips twisted in discomfort as he cursed under his breath, making a silent vow: Never again with the takeout. Never.

After a quick shower and getting dressed in a sharp black suit, Sean opened his bedroom door.

The moment he did, the familiar pungent smell of cilantro hit him full in the face.

Sean's heart sank.

stood in the kitchen, her usual gentle smile lighting up her face. "Good morning, Mr. Foster. You're up just

drifted to the steaming

giving Claire the impression he hadn't had enough. Today's portion looked

early today. No need to rush out like yesterday—just take your time. And

lips twitch

the hopeful look in her eyes, the words

Worst case, he could

walked towards the table, his

he sat down,

lit up-Liam

excuse, grab the bowl on his way

to Liam in the car. That way, Claire's thoughtful gesture

up. "I'll get the

read his lips and quickly interjected, "No, no, Mr. Foster.

and opened the

stayed at the table, not touching his fork, eyes fixed on the

as soon as he saw who it was,

wasn't Liam. It was

pulled the door open, Mandy bounded inside like a

exclaiming, “Claire, I missed you so much!" She even took a deep, dramatic breath,