Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 525

My name is Amara Foster.

My mother is a renowned scientist, and my father is a powerhouse in the business world.

They are, without a doubt, the most devoted couple I've ever known. Their love for each other is obvious in everything they do.

Growing up in a family like this, it was inevitable that I'd be cherished from the moment I was born.

It wasn't just my parents and great-grandmother who doted on me. My grandparents and uncle all treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

But as much as they showered me with love, they were also strict when it came to my upbringing.

Once I started preschool, our teachers encouraged us to be kind, to work together, to be friendly, and to learn how to share.

When I repeated my teacher's words to my mother, she looked at me seriously and said, "Sweetheart, your teacher isn't wrong, but you need to remember: if someone treats you badly or tries to bully you, you must never just put up with it. You don't have to be kind to people who hurt you. If someone bullies you, you fight back-hard."

"And if there's something you really like and you don't want to share, you have every right to keep it for yourself."

Half-understanding, I asked, "Mom, if I do that, does that mean I'm not a good

kid?"

most important thing

we can protect you

the time, I didn't fully grasp everything she meant, but I trusted my mom completely.

advice, whenever I faced problems, I never let myself feel inferior or

that's partly my personality, but I know it also has a lot to do with my

used that as an excuse to

a pretty happy time for

lately, I kept seeing a strange

and, oddly enough,

appear near my school, and

him during

him

every time, I'd

watching me. Contents

weeks went by like this, Then, one day, my driver was late picking me up. All the other kids had already gone home, and

the strange man finally

warmth and affection;

all.

said gently, calling me by