Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 142

Vincent staggered, his face contorting with pain and frustration. "Have you all lost your minds?" he roared, his voice echoing off the sterile hospital walls.

Ethan turned, his eyes blazing with anger as he pointed a trembling finger at Vincent. "Weren't you the one who grew up with Claire? Why did you betray her and send her to prison?"

Each word was like a dagger, piercing Vincent’s heart with precision.

His complexion turned ghostly pale, haunted memories flooding back with a vengeance. "Shut up! Just shut up!" he screamed, as if Ethan had struck a raw nerve, snapping his restraint.

With eyes red and wild, Vincent swung a punch with all his might, landing squarely on Ethan's jaw. Blood trickled from Ethan's mouth, staining the already chaotic room even further.

The hospital room, once orderly, was now a battlefield of scattered debris, toppled IV stands, and shattered glass. The three men were entangled in a furious brawl, clothes torn, faces bruised.

In the midst of this chaos, none of them noticed the figure standing at the doorway. May watched the spectacle unfold with a cold detachment, finding the scene tragically ridiculous.

"Miss Claire must have the worst luck," May thought bitterly. "To have ever cared for these lunatics."

Each of these men had been someone Miss Claire once trusted, yet they repaid her with a five-year sentence. They never took responsibility, always shifting the blame onto others.

Grace had already informed May that Claire had been found. Her visit to the hospital was merely to gather Miss Claire’s belongings and sort out her discharge.

But witnessing this madness, May decided to keep Claire's news to herself. These men didn’t deserve to know.

As the tumult finally subsided, Ethan slumped into a chair, his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking. Brian leaned against the wall, chest heaving, eyes staring blankly at the floor. Vincent gazed out the window, looking lost and hollow.

Elsewhere, at Foster Manor, Sean stood by the tall windows, a hefty stack of documents in hand. Liam had been thorough, compiling a comprehensive dossier on Claire’s life overnight.