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?"

thing

us, and so we can protect you from being bullied. We'll always have your back. We don't go

meant, but I trusted my mom completely. If she

believed in her advice, whenever I faced problems, I never let myself feel inferior or discouraged. At school, nobody dared to mess with

but I know it also has a lot to

never used that as

happy time

kept seeing a

age: tall, handsome, and, oddly enough, he shared some

would appear near my

during drop-off

him

every time,

watching me. Contents

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

when the strange man finally

warmth and affection; he didn't look like a

all.

he said gently,