Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 82

Her brother's affection belonged to her.

And so did Brian.

Claire, you shameless woman. You dared to covet what wasn't yours, and for that, you deserve nothing but disdain.

Vanessa's hatred for Claire burned intensely. In an instant, she devised a plan to deal with her.

She stomped down the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the house.

Seeing Vanessa alone, Adah couldn't help but ask, "Vanessa, where's your sister?"

Vanessa feigned disappointment, "She's not in Brian's room, she's probably retreated to her own space again."

Adah's expression froze, already aware that Claire's "room" was nothing more than a storage closet. When Ethan had shown her the small, damp, windowless space Claire had called home for three years, Adah's heart had nearly broken.

She couldn't fathom how Claire had managed in such a grim place. So when Ethan had decided to renovate his own room into a girlish, princess-themed surprise for Claire, Adah had supported him wholeheartedly, hoping it might mend their mother-daughter relationship.

Yet, since Claire had woken up, there had been no gratitude, no appreciation.

That alone would have been tolerable, but when Claire returned to the storage room, it felt like a personal affront, a deliberate move to keep their relationship strained.

Sadness and frustration mixed on Adah's face, annoyed by Claire's coldness and her stubbornness.

Just as she was about to head to the storage room, Vanessa stopped her, "Mom, let me go. We're closer in age, and maybe she'll listen to me."

Adah sank back into the couch, agreeing with Vanessa's reasoning. Claire was just a child; surely it wasn't her place as the elder to grovel.

It was becoming increasingly unacceptable.