Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 270

Claire recoiled in panic, and some of the steaming soup sloshed over the edge of the bowl, scalding her hand. She let out a sharp gasp of pain, and the bowl slipped from her grip, crashing to the floor.

Mandy's eyes turned instantly cold and razor-sharp, like a pair of drawn blades fixed on the older woman who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

In that moment, one thought burned fiercely in her mind: she had to protect Claire.

To Mandy, Claire was one of the most important people in her life—her sister in all but blood, someone she would defend with her last breath. And now, this brazen, arrogant woman had dared to lay a hand on Claire. There was no way Mandy would allow it.

Fury blazing in her chest, Mandy charged forward without hesitation and slammed a freshly cooked fried egg straight onto the woman's heavily made-up face.

"Ah—!" The woman let out a piercing, guttural scream, the sound so shrill it was like nails scraped across a chalkboard—painfully loud and grating.

The egg was blistering hot, and the skin on her face turned red and swollen in an instant. She flailed desperately, trying to shove Mandy off, her features twisted in agony and rage.

But Mandy didn't back down for a second. She lunged again, grabbing the woman by the hair and ruthlessly kicking her in the knee. With a cry of pain, the woman collapsed to the floor.

Mandy seized the moment, shoving the woman's head down into the spilled soup and shards of broken porcelain.

The jagged pieces cut into the woman's skin, and blood trickled down her face, mixing with the scalding soup. The scene was utter chaos.

The woman thrashed wildly, shrieking in hysteria, but Mandy held her down with unyielding strength, her eyes filled with nothing but disgust and fury.

The man who had arrived with the older woman finally snapped out of his shock. His eyes widened with rage, and he raised his foot, ready to kick Mandy away.

Claire's heart lurched. Without a second thought, she darted in front of Mandy and shouted, "Mr. Cole, this is the Foster estate—not your family's!"

The man glared at Claire, hatred blazing in his eyes, barely contained.

This man was none other than Brian's father.

He and his wife had just returned from a vacation abroad the night before. The moment they got home, they learned their beloved son Brian had been thrown in jail by Sean—a bombshell that kept them up all night, frantic with worry.

At dawn, they'd rushed to the Foster residence, hoping Sean might show mercy for their sake and let Brian off the hook.

But the last person they expected to see here was Claire.