Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 447

“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you. I was wrong, Claire—will you forgive me?”

Even though Claire hadn’t been burned, just picturing her—so small—in the kitchen cooking made Orion’s eyes redden with guilt and heartache.

Claire had grown up in an orphanage, a place where life was rarely kind. No wonder she knew how to cook; she’d probably had to fend for herself more times than he could imagine.

But she was only five—a child, really.

The more Orion thought about it, the more it hurt. He bent down and gently blew on Claire’s tiny hand.

“Does it hurt? Is it burned?”

Looking at Orion, whose eyes brimmed with tears for her sake, Claire felt a strange warmth in her heart.

In her previous life, when she was with the Linwood family, she’d given them everything—her loyalty, her affection, her trust. But no matter how hard she tried, she never got their love in return.

They never cared about her. They always acted as if everything she did was simply expected.

Now, though, she finally had a brother who truly worried about her.

It felt so good. She knew, deep down, that being adopted by the Tempest family was the best decision she’d ever made.

“Don’t worry, Orion. I’m fine.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again. From now on, you’re not allowed in the kitchen.”

“Okay.”

While the Tempest household was filled with warmth and affection, the scene unfolding at the Foster estate was quite the opposite—a bloody family drama.

After dropping Claire off at home, Sean returned, a kitchen knife clenched in his fist, and pushed open the door to Yvonne’s room.

Yvonne, who had been lounging on her bed, scrolling through her phone, shot upright in terror the moment she saw him.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Little Sean’s face was cold and sinister, a far cry from the innocent, gentle boy he’d been with Claire just moments ago.

“You tried to throw Claire down the stairs!”

Yvonne shook her head frantically, panic etched across her face. “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong, Sean! I can explain—really, just listen—”

“I gave you five years to learn your lesson. I guess you’ve forgotten what happened before. Let me remind you.”

“No, please—” Yvonne was so terrified she nearly lost control of her bladder.

She tried to scramble away, but there was nowhere to run in the small bedroom.

Sean, though young, was quick and agile. In a blink, he was standing right in front of her. Without hesitation, he drove the knife into Yvonne’s thigh.

“Ahhh—!” Yvonne’s scream echoed throughout Foster Manor.

Inside the mansion, none of the household staff seemed surprised.

They’d all witnessed the young master’s methods when it came to disciplining his stepmother.

He might be small, but Sean was vicious when crossed.

Still, as long as you didn’t provoke him, he was remarkably even-tempered and never mistreated the staff. In fact, he was considered a rather good little boss.

Scream after scream rang out, but the servants simply turned a deaf ear, going about their chores with practiced calm.