Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 283

"Vanessa, just hang in there a little longer. I promise, Daddy's going to get you out of that holding cell soon."

Nathan clung to this rosy fantasy, and a confident grin spread across his face.

After all, who could ever resist the lure of money?

In Nathan's mind, the only reason that cold, ruthless Sean had thrown Vanessa behind bars was because she'd disrupted Aberdeen's birthday gala and made Sean Foster lose face in front of everyone. But Sean was a businessman—and there's no businessman in the world who doesn't love money.

As long as the price was right, Nathan refused to believe that Sean wouldn't eventually give in and release Vanessa.

Once they made it out of the country, Nathan planned to hire someone to sabotage Sean's Eastborough Project, making sure Sean lost every last penny. Nathan had never been the forgiving type—anyone who crossed him paid dearly, sooner or later.

His triumphant smile had barely flickered to life when a car sped up behind him and screeched to a halt.

The car door was flung open, and a woman—her head wrapped in bandages, looking more like a wild animal than a person—lunged out. Only one eye was visible, burning with a venomous fury that locked onto Nathan like a snake eyeing its prey.

"Nathan—!"

Her scream was raw and feral. In an instant, she was in Nathan's face, and without warning, she slapped him—hard. The sharp crack echoed in the air.

"You killed my father. You got Ethan thrown in jail. You made me lose Claire. And now you've sold the house I gave you just to bail out Vanessa—that bastard child from your affair! I swear, I won't let you get away with this!"

It was Adah. She was still dressed in a hospital gown, her skin ghostly pale, almost translucent. Blood seeped from behind the bandages over her ruined eye, staining the white cloth a ghastly red.

Her whole face was twisted with rage, making her look less like a woman and more like something dragged straight out of hell.

She clawed at Nathan, her fingernails like talons, raking deep scratches down his cheeks.

Nathan, trapped in his wheelchair, couldn't even dodge—he just sat there as Adah's nails tore bloody lines into his face.