Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 467

Under the joint pressure from both families, Adah and Nathan were sent straight to jail.

As for the security footage showing Sean pushing Ethan and Vanessa down the stairs, it had long since been deleted.

Claire’s birthday party was nothing short of extravagant. In front of Northcrest City’s entire elite, Mr. and Mrs. Tempest personally introduced her to the world.

From that night on, everyone in Northcrest’s high society knew Claire as the cherished little princess of the Tempest family, and their gazes turned warm and welcoming whenever they met her.

In her previous life, when Claire lived in Cresthaven, she’d never once received a kind look from anyone among the wealthy families.

But this time, everything was different.

Now, not only did everyone in Northcrest’s upper circle know her name, but she also had the Tempest family’s backing, along with the protection of Sean, York, Zachary, and several other young men.

Zachary’s little sister, Daisy Quinn, was especially fond of her. At every party, Daisy flitted around Claire like a butterfly, hardly leaving her side.

“Wow! No wonder my brother can’t stop praising you. You’re just as adorable as he said—so cute and cuddly! Like… like the softest little marshmallow.”

Claire: …Well, thanks, I suppose.

Daisy threw an arm around Claire’s neck. “Claire, when school starts, I’ll watch out for you. No one will dare mess with you!”

Claire: …The thing is, I’m about to start college, and you’re still in elementary school. Even though you’re taller, technically you’re supposed to call me ‘senior.’ I don’t really need your protection, but thanks anyway.

Claire just grinned, her smile wide and innocent.

She was still so little that, before the party even ended, her eyelids started drooping with exhaustion.

How she got back to the Tempest estate that night, she couldn’t quite remember.

Yvonne wasn’t innocent either. It was she who had egged Cordelia on against Claire in the first place.

On the night of Claire’s birthday, Sean appeared in his father’s and Yvonne’s bedroom, knife in hand.

Lucas stared at him in shock. “What are you doing with that knife?”

He was no stranger to his son’s ruthlessness; in fact, he’d long wished Sean would move back to the old family estate and stay out of his sight for good.

But Sean refused to leave the villa and made life so stifling for Lucas and Yvonne that they barely dared to breathe in his presence.

Sean’s eyes were dark, his face unreadable as he toyed with the sharp blade. “Yvonne tried to get Cordelia to hurt Claire. Cutting out her tongue doesn’t seem excessive, does it?”

Over the years, Lucas had grown so used to obeying Sean’s every command that he was almost servile.