Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 181

Claire climbed into the car, settling into the backseat. The moment she took in the interior, she was taken aback. Everywhere she looked, there was pink—fluffy, vibrant pink. The front passenger seat was particularly eye-catching, adorned with a plush pink cover and a sign that read "Claire's Seat" in bold letters.

Hanging from the rearview mirror was a photo of her lounging on the couch in the Foster Manor’s sunlit living room. In the photo, she appeared serene and content, a testament to the happiness she had found. Claire felt a wave of emotion as she took in the personal touches around the car. Her eyes welled up slightly as she gently ran her fingers over the soft, furry seat cover, feeling the warmth and care behind these gestures.

She recalled the first time she sat in Ethan’s car after being released. Back then, the car bore traces of Vanessa everywhere. She had been wearing a cheap T-shirt and jeans, her entire outfit worth less than Vanessa's handbag. She had felt so insignificant then, never daring to dream that one day she would be cherished and valued.

Sensing Claire’s emotions, Liam smiled warmly. “These decorations were all arranged by Mrs. Foster herself. Do you like it, Ms. Linwood?”

Claire was surprised but quickly understood. Mr. Foster might be kind to her, but a pink-themed car interior was definitely not his style. Yet, the fact that he allowed his grandmother to do this and even reserved a seat for her was quite remarkable.

“I love it,” she replied softly, her hands subconsciously smoothing her elegant evening gown. It was the first time she wore something so exquisite, so luxurious. She no longer felt out of place in expensive surroundings. The contrast between how the Foster family cherished her and the indifference of the Linwood family was striking. But she had left the Linwood family behind, and their opinions no longer mattered.

Liam glanced at Andie, who stood by the villa entrance. “Andie, hurry up and get in.”

Andie pouted, reluctant. “I don't want to watch Sean being lovey-dovey with someone else.”

Liam rolled his eyes but remained encouraging. “You’re Ms. Linwood’s personal stylist today. What if her makeup needs a touch-up? The boss had you brought over from Northcrest City because he trusts only you.”