Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 469

Lucas was so stunned, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

He’d always known Sean was dangerous, but he never imagined his mind could be so calculating.

Just a few words from Sean, and Lucas had been maneuvered straight into committing a crime.

Lucas glared at Sean, his eyes burning with hatred. “You little bastard—you’ll rot in hell!”

Sean’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “If I’m a bastard, then what does that make you, Lucas? Maybe you should be worrying about yourself.”

“You… you—” Lucas was so furious he nearly passed out.

“If your heart was this twisted from the start, they should have strangled you in the crib,” he spat venomously.

Sean, however, was completely unfazed by his outburst. As far as Sean was concerned, Lucas was just thrashing around in his final death throes.

That night, the Foster household was a whirlwind of chaos.

Lucas was taken away by the police on charges of assault, and Yvonne ended up in the hospital.

Meanwhile, Sean lay contentedly in bed, gazing out at the pitch-black night, feeling utterly satisfied.

He could hardly wait for morning—he’d finally get to see Claire again.

…

Half a month passed in a blur.

A lot had happened during those two weeks.

First, Lucas was convicted of assault and sentenced to five years in prison.

As for Yvonne, losing her tongue had left her deeply traumatized and emotionally unstable.

Sean, ever the picture of “concern,” even visited her at the hospital. When Yvonne saw him, she became so agitated she looked ready to strangle him on the spot.

Seizing the opportunity, Sean simply had her transferred to a psychiatric facility.

Yvonne’s hysterical state only reinforced the narrative that she’d lost her mind because of the trauma Lucas had inflicted on her.

A child prodigy was newsworthy enough—but the fact that a five-year-old had achieved the top score in the entire country? That was a first in Vesperian history.

To show such extraordinary intelligence at such a young age—this child was destined to become a pillar of the nation one day.

The reporters pulled out all the stops, each one desperate to get the first scoop.

The Tempest household was overwhelmed with guests and well-wishers; the front steps felt like they’d be worn out by the constant stream of visitors.

By the end of the day, after finally seeing off the last reporter, Mr. and Mrs. Tempest collapsed onto the couch, parched and exhausted.

They looked at Claire with even more affection than before.

Truly, a child blessed with fortune will always find her way to a loving home.

Mrs. Tempest gathered Claire into her arms, gently stroking her soft hair.