Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 218

As Ethan exited the hospital, he unexpectedly ran into Victor Lewis.

Victor paused, taking in the sight of Ethan, and asked, "Ethan, it's so late. Why aren't you with your parents? Where are you headed?"

Ethan replied, his voice weary, "I'm going to find Claire."

He had come to realize that Sean was deeply invested in Claire, making it impossible to convince Sean to let Vanessa go. The only way to help Vanessa was to seek Claire's assistance.

Hearing Claire's name, Victor's eyes lit up. "Where is Claire? I'll go with you."

"What for?" Ethan asked, scrutinizing him.

Victor had a pressing matter to confirm with Claire. While sorting through files recently, he had stumbled upon a revelation: in her first year with the Linwood family, Claire had undergone kidney matching tests.

At just fifteen, why would Claire need to undergo such a procedure? Who was the recipient of the match? Was her missing kidney now inside some unknown person?

These questions swirled in Victor's mind, driving his urgency to find answers. Since Claire's silent departure from the hospital, he hadn't seen her again. He could have asked the Linwoods, but given their treatment of Claire, he instinctively kept his suspicions to himself.

Victor felt he might have uncovered a significant secret.

When Ethan questioned him, Victor feigned nonchalance. "It's not about what I want; I'm just joining you. Remember last time when Claire ran off? It was us who brought her back."

He patted his chest confidently. "When it comes to finding people, I'm your guy."

Ethan, unsuspecting, said, "I'm going to ask for her help, not to catch her. She's quite resourceful now, somehow managing to win Sean over."

"Ask her for help?" Victor echoed in disbelief. "Since when do you need to ask Claire for anything?"

"It's all because Vanessa got tangled up and was taken by the police. They claim she stole an embroidery worth twenty million. It's absurd. Twenty million is nothing to the Linwood family..." Ethan ranted, his frustration building.

Victor, growing impatient, cut him off. "Enough talk, let's just find her. If we wait any longer, she might be asleep."

The night outside was calm and deep.

At Foster Manor, soft lights spilled through the windows onto the garden path.

Sean stood quietly outside Claire's room, a steaming cup of milk in hand. He knocked gently, the sound clear in the stillness of the night.