Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 222

Sean sat elegantly on the sofa, his long legs crossed and his voice resonating with a deep, magnetic quality. "It's getting late, Grandma. You all should get some rest."

"Yes, you should also turn in early," she replied gently.

Aberdeen, Grace, and May took the hint and retreated to their rooms, leaving Sean alone in the living room. The quiet was occasionally interrupted by Ethan's distant shouting and the rumble of thunder outside.

Ethan's voice had grown hoarse, yet he remained relentless, refusing to relent in his tirade.

Victor, frowning, tried to reason with him. "There's no point in shouting, Ethan. Let's just head back."

But Ethan was deaf to his words, his gaze fixated on Claire's window with unyielding intensity.

Claire, though not truly asleep, was attuned to every nuance of the situation. She sensed that something was off about Sean earlier.

She rose from her bed and peered through a gap in the curtains, spotting Ethan and Victor outside the door.

Ethan was pacing like a caged lion, his face twisted with rage and desperation.

Claire watched him with a detached coldness, her eyes icy and indifferent, like a winter night. She knew Ethan was here for one reason: Vanessa.

Judging by his agitated state, he was likely distressed about Vanessa's suffering in prison.

A sardonic smile curled at the corner of Claire's lips, sharp and cold like the moonlight cutting through the stormy sky.

Suddenly, the heavens opened, and rain poured down.

The iron street lamps in the courtyard blurred into hazy orbs of light in the downpour, while Ethan's distorted features flickered with the flash of lightning.

Sean stepped into the rain, water streaming down his black shirt and tracing the contours of his muscular back.

Ethan's eyes locked onto Sean as if confronting a sworn enemy, and anger flared within him. "You bastard! How dare you show your face! Hand Claire over to me!"

Ethan charged like an enraged bull, throwing a punch at Sean with reckless abandon.