Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 490

“Claire was right. Even if she didn’t want to make a fuss or seek revenge, Ethan would still run to Nathan and spill everything.”

It didn’t matter if it was the past or this life—her kidney had been ripped from her body and given to Sophia.

Nathan was ruthless enough to orchestrate that horror before, cutting Claire open just to save Vanessa. Why would he hesitate to dream up the same monstrous scheme again?

Adah’s gaze dropped, shame clouding her face.

“Claire, I’m so sorry. I failed to raise your brother properly.”

Claire didn’t answer.

Ethan was always the hypocrite—whether in her last life or this one. Every time, he was the one who hurt her first. But after the damage was done, he’d put on a show of heartbreak, as if he was the world’s most devoted brother.

Anyone who didn’t know better might’ve believed he truly cared.

But she knew. He’d never cared for her, not once. All she’d ever received from him was endless humiliation, sarcasm, and cruelty.

“Ms. Jones, will you help me or not?”

Adah nodded stiffly. “Yes, I’ll help you…”

She paused, looking up at Claire, her eyes filled with hope.

“Claire, if I do this for you, will you move back home? Will you live with me again?”

“This time, I promise—the biggest, best room in the house will be yours. I’ll never make you stay in the attic again.”

Claire’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “You really are greedy, Ms. Jones. The fact that I’m willing to let go of everything you did to me before is pure mercy on my part. Yet you still want to trap me in that miserable Linwood mansion?”

“Do you really think I haven’t suffered enough in this house?”

“Let me make it clear: every brick, every leaf, every inch of this place is a reminder of my humiliation. I’ve never felt a shred of love here—only your relentless, unreasonable scorn.”

As Adah listened, memories of the old Claire—humiliated and broken—flashed through her mind. Each image cut deeper than the last, as though she herself was being torn apart.

“Oh, wait.” Something seemed to occur to Claire, and her tone softened.

Claire’s lips twitched. It was impossible to tell whether her expression was one of relief or mockery.

“I’ve said what I needed to say. I should go.”

“You’re leaving already?” Adah’s voice trembled with reluctance.

“Claire, it’s late. Why not stay the night and leave in the morning?”

“That won’t be necessary. Nightfall just makes it easier for certain people to make their move.”

With those words, she turned and left the study.

Her heels clicked smartly on the polished floor.

As Ethan glanced up, he saw Claire descend the staircase, poised and unbothered, the very picture of grace.