Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 448

**Bedroom.**

Yvonne lay sprawled in a pool of blood, her legs slashed multiple times by Sean, blood streaming down her skin.

Tiny, cold-eyed Sean stood over her, looming with a detached air. He showed no reaction to the grisly scene—calmly, he pulled a spotless white handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the blood from his knife, stroke by unhurried stroke.

“Shut up. You’re too loud.”

At his icy command, Yvonne’s screams were cut off instantly. Even though the pain in her legs was excruciating—so intense it brought tears streaming down her face—she didn’t dare make another sound.

Once the blade was clean, Sean tossed the bloodstained handkerchief onto Yvonne’s face.

“This is just a little warning. If you ever lay a finger on her again, I promise—the knife won’t go into your legs next time. It’ll go into your throat.”

Terror flickered in Yvonne’s eyes.

She seethed with hatred—how could the Foster family have raised a monster like Sean? He was just a child, yet he acted with such terrifying boldness. What was worse, he knew exactly how far he could go and never crossed the line of the law. That was why he was so fearless.

Gritting her teeth, Yvonne tried to summon some courage. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll find out how much of a little psycho you are? That girl is so naïve—if she ever saw this side of you, do you think she’d still want to play with you?”

She let out a shaky, bitter laugh. “Sean, I can’t wait for the day she gets sick of you. That’ll be fun to watch.”

The murderous glint in Sean’s eyes darkened.

Claire was so sweet, so soft and innocent—he’d never let her see his true nature. He’d do anything to keep from frightening her.

“If you so much as whisper a word to her about this, I’ll cut out your tongue.”

Yvonne snapped her mouth shut, lips pressed together in terror.

Sean was a lunatic, a true psychopath—and he always meant what he said.

With a cold laugh, Sean left Yvonne’s bedroom, knife still in hand.

Back in his own room, he stood by the window, staring out at the bright city lights, lost in thought.

“No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Foster.”

Fuming, Lucas stormed out. He found Yvonne and rushed her to the hospital.

When Yvonne realized Lucas hadn’t bothered to stand up for her, the hatred in her heart only deepened.

If that bratty little princess found out the boy she liked was being stolen away by someone else, she’d never let it slide.

Sean, you care so much about that little girl, don’t you?

Well then—I’ll make sure someone teaches her a lesson.