Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 366

There-that was where Nathan and Vanessa were.

Sean gently set Claire down, and together, the three of them walked toward the cluster of run-down houses.

The closer they got, the faster Claire's heart pounded in her chest. Painful memories crashed over her like a relentless tide. She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself.

Sensing her anxiety, Sean squeezed her hand reassuringly.

Jeffry, who had personally brought Nathan and Vanessa here years ago, knew exactly where they lived. With him leading the way, Sean and Claire followed into the remote, backward village.

The villagers had dark, weathered skin and wore clothes patched so many times it was hard to tell the original fabric. Everything looked dirty and threadbare.

As Claire, Sean, and Jeffry made their way through, the villagers' eyes locked onto them, following their every step with the intensity of searchlights.

Jeffry stopped in

had grown up in—a sagging, ramshackle cottage with crumbling walls and a roof missing more than a few tiles, as if the whole thing could cave in at any

and ducks running

the door, they heard an old

phone call! You lived it up out there and cut us off completely-didn't want to lift a finger for your own father. And now you come crawling

your whore of a mother-worthless! I spent every dime I had to bring that tramp into this house,

me a son, and look at you-a thankless, ungrateful wretch! If I'd known, I'd

Eat dirt,

was

with a heavy

get up, unable to speak, only able to

Now, he wore filthy rags that reeked, his body gaunt and wasted, cheeks hollow, cheekbones sharp. His exposed