Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 304

The only sound left in the living room was Brian’s heartbroken sobs.

Watching their son fall apart, Jarrod and Karin felt a deep ache themselves. But what could they possibly do now?

They, too, had wronged Claire. They didn’t even have the courage to face her, let alone the right to ask for forgiveness.

The fact that Claire hadn’t retaliated against them was already a tremendous mercy.

Jarrod steeled himself and snapped, “Stop crying. You don’t deserve to shed tears. We’re going home—now.”

He yanked Brian up from where he’d collapsed on the floor, dragging him toward the door.

Karin followed, pushing Irene’s wheelchair.

Irene glanced up at the staircase, a silent prayer flickering in her mind: Claire, I hope you find happiness.

Outside, Brian refused to budge. He stood at the foot of the house, begging for Claire’s forgiveness. He pleaded and pleaded, but Jarrod, furious, lost all patience and slapped Brian twice across the face. Only then did he manage to haul his son away.

When they finally returned to the Cole family home, Jarrod was hit with more bad news: Cole Corporation was on the brink of bankruptcy, crushed under Foster & Co.’s relentless pressure.

They’d barely avoided total collapse, but the company’s present state was hardly any better than ruin.

Jarrod, Karin, and Brian all fell silent. The air was heavy with defeat.

Irene, however, let out a cold laugh. “This is called karma,” she said.

Ever since she’d woken up to see Brian blindly defending Vanessa, she’d had a sinking feeling that this day would come.

If she hadn’t, by a twist of fate, saved Claire’s life, Cole Corporation would’ve already ended up like Linwood Group—wiped out, disgraced.

Her parents and brother were only able to come home unharmed because Claire, for Irene’s sake, had shown them mercy.

In all honesty, anyone who learned the ugly secret they’d hidden would’ve made the same choice she had.

Before Irene discovered Vanessa’s true face, hadn’t she been just like Brian—hurting Claire again and again, all for Vanessa’s sake?

Anyone who’d hurt Claire deserved no happy ending.

“Dad, can I borrow your driver?” Irene asked suddenly.

Jarrod looked at her, confused. “Where are you going?”

A cold determination flashed in Irene’s eyes. “To the prison. Everyone else knows the truth now, but Ethan Linwood still doesn’t.”

“As someone who helped frame Claire and send her to jail, I won’t let Ethan go on living without a shred of guilt.”