Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 448

**Bedroom.**

Yvonne lay sprawled in a pool of blood, her legs slashed multiple times by Sean, blood streaming down her skin.

Tiny, cold-eyed Sean stood over her, looming with a detached air. He showed no reaction to the grisly scene-calmly, he pulled a spotless white handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the blood from his knife, stroke by unhurried stroke.

"Shut up. You're too loud."

At his icy command, Yvonne's screams were cut off instantly. Even though the pain in her legs was excruciating-so intense it brought tears streaming down her face-she didn't dare make another sound.

Once the blade was clean, Sean tossed the bloodstained handkerchief onto Yvonne's face.

"This is just a little warning. If you ever lay a finger on her again, I promise the knife won't go into your legs next time. It'll go into your throat."

Terror flickered in Yvonne's eyes.

She seethed with hatred-how could the Foster family have raised a monster like Sean? He was just a child, yet he acted with such terrifying boldness. What was worse, he knew exactly how far he could go and never crossed the line of the law. That was why he was so fearless.

Gritting her teeth, Yvonne tried to summon some courage. "Aren't you afraid she'll find out how much of a little psycho you are? That girl is so naïve-if she ever saw this side of you, do you think she'd still want to play with you?"

I can't wait for the day she gets sick of you.

in

innocent-he'd never let her see his true

a word to her about this, I'll cut

shut, lips pressed together

lunatic, a true psychopath-and he always

laugh, Sean left

stood by the window, staring out at the bright city lights, lost

long moment passed before his bedroom door

your own mother?" The voice thundered with fury. You're out

Sean's father,

hand raised to strike. But Sean stood utterly unfazed, and calmly

down, I promise you'll lose

froze in midair, his face flushing red, then turning pale with rage. "You ungrateful brat have

of his father. If I'm

sputtered, finger trembling as he pointed at Sean, but no retort came

his eyes. "If you're done, get

core at your age-what will you become when you grow up? Probably a murderer. I'm done with you-the