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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 427
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Chapter 418 "No, you've got it all wrong. There's just been a misunderstanding between your mother and me--I was manipulated by someone with bad intentions. As long as I can clear things up with her, everything will be alright again." He looked at Amara pleadingly. "Will you help your uncle? Please, just ask your mom to cout. I have so much I need to say to her." Amara snorted. "You really are something-absolutely ridiculous." With that, she ignored him and headed straight for the front door.

Ethan tried to follow, desperate to keep pleading his case, but the driver blocked his way. All he could do was watch helplessly as Amara walked inside and shut the door behind her.

Kneeling in the pouring rain, Ethan's hands fell limply to the ground. His voice trembled raw and broken. "Claire, I know what I've done is unforgivable. For ten years, I've lived with this torment, every single day a kind of hell. I'm begging you just givea chance. Letspend the rest of my life making up for my sins." Upstairs, Amara stood behind the tall windows, silently watching the man outside sobbing and begging on his knees.

Her eyes stung, turning red despite herself.

"Go tell her? Tell who?" she whispered bitterly. "Mom's been gone for years. She left this world a decade ago." She'd grown up surrounded by love, but there was always a longing for a mother's embrace.

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No one around her ever shied away from talking about her mom.

May would tell her how her mother was a prodigy-top of her class year after year, always winning scholarships, and eventually earning a place at Prestige University.

Grace would say her mother was the kindest woman she'd ever known, with hands skilled at embroidery. Amara had seen her mother's work herself; even after all these years, the sewing room remained just as her mother left it.

But such a wonderful mother-Amara never even got to meet her. She was taken from this world by someone's cruelty before Amara had the chance.

Her father's words echoed in her mind: "Amara, remember-kindness can be mistaken for weakness. I won't always be here to protect you. You have to becstrong enough that no one dares to hurt you." And now, that man outside dared to call himself her uncle? The audacity was almost laughable. Watching her enemy kneel in the rain, putting on such a tic display of remorse, Amara felt nothing but contempt.

The rain poured down harder, soaking Ethan until he looked utterly pathetic and defeated.

Still, he stubbornly remained on his knees, hoping this pitiful scene would move Claire's heart.

He knew how much Claire used to care about him. Surely, if she saw him like this, she would cout-she wouldn't be able to help herself.

Yet this time, no matter how much Ethan humiliated himself, Claire never appeared.

Dusk settled in, and after the downpour finally eased, the world grew quiet.

A sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up outside the house.

Sean stepped out, dressed in a sharp black suit. Nearly forty now, he was far more imposing than he'd been a decade ago. His striking. features were set in a cold, unreadable expression that made people instinctively avert their eyes.

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Ethan saw him and scrambled to his feet-but after kneeling so long, his legs gave out, causing him to stumble. He nearly fell, but managed to steady himself just in time.

Breathless and frantic, he demanded, "Sean, where are you hiding Claire? here are you! Did you tell her not to see me?"

"I'm her brother-her real brother! Claire's always cared about me. If she finds out you're keeping us apart, she'll be furious!" Sean regarded him with icy indifference, looking down from the top of the steps.

"You want to see Claire?" he asked coolly.

"Yes I need to see her!" "Tomorrow," Sean said simply, then strode inside without another word.

Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but caught sight of his gwn om bedraggled reflection in the window and fell silent. He couldn't let Claire see him like this-pathetic and defeated. No, he would pull himself together, and tomorrow he'd face her as the man he once was.