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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 150
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Chapter 146 "Stop making a scene here!" Nathan barked, his voice laced with frustration. "The real issue at hand is fixing the Linwood family's business problems. Didn't I ask you to find Mr. Foster's number recently? Did you get it? If you did, call him and arrange a meeting." Ethan slowly rose to his feet, disappointment etched across his face. "Dad, I've always respected you and followed your lead, but this time, I can't agree with you, nor will I comply. I will uncover the truth from back then and give Claire the justice she deserves." With those words, he turned and walked away with resolute steps.

Behind him, Nathan shouted in anger, "You stop right there! If you dare to investigate, don't consideryour father anymore, and forget about meddling in the Linwood family business!" Ethan paid no heed. His mind was set on one thing: finding Claire and making amends for the years of injustice she had endured.

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Just as Ethan was about to leave, Vanessa entered, carrying a thermos with a warm smile on her face. "Dad, I made schicken soup for you." She noticed Ethan's furious expression and felt a pang of anxiety, recalling the events of the previous day. However, she quickly relaxed, remembering Ethan's support for her, and flashed him a cheerful smile. "Oh, Ethan, you're here too. Would you like to join Dad for ssoup?" Ethan remained silent, his face dark. He walked up to Vanessa, grabbed her shoulders, and demanded, "Claire is missing. Are you happy now?" Vanessa turned pale with fright at his sudden move. "Ethan, I didn't—" "Don't you dare deny it!" Ethan's voice was a harsh whisper, barely restrained. "With Claire gone, you're the only daughter left in the Linwood family. Isn't that exactly what you wanted?" Vanessa appeared deeply hurt, tears welling up in her eyes. "Ethan, how can you think that of me? We've been siblings for over twenty years. Don't you know what kind of person I am?" In Ethan's mind, Vanessa had always been the sweet, innocent, and kind-hearted sister. It was this belief that had led him to favor her tand again.

When Irene had her accident and ended up in a coma, he had never suspected Vanessa, blaming Claire instead. But the events of yesterday were telling him he might have been wrong.

Though he had managed to prevent Irene from accusing Vanessa, the situation had been too suspicious for anyone to ignore.

Ethan pushed Vanessa against the wall with a thud, causing her to let out a pained gasp as her back hit the hard surface.

Her tears flowed freely, eyes filled with fear and helplessness. "Ethan, you're hurting me." Nathan, seeing his precious daughter being mistreated, was filled with anguish. Ignoring his own injuries, he struggled out of bed. The sudden movement tugged at his wounds, causing him to inhale sharply from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

He struck Ethan hard across the face. "You fool, let go of your sister!" Ethan's head snapped to the side from the force of the slap.

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Victor walked in to find the family embroiled in their dispute.

Having returned to the hospital upon hearing that both Nathan and Adah were injured, Victor had cto check on Nathan's condition, only to witness the chaos.

He quickly pulled Ethan out of the room, his tone disapproving. Ethan, e your father is still injured. Why are you causing trouble in his hospital room?"

Ethan's eyes were red, his emotions barely contained. He briefly om recounted the events of the previous day to Victor. He then added, "Victor, you know Claire's condition. Her leg is bad, and she's lost a kidney. Her health is fragile, and I'm worried..." His voice was weary, laden with exhaustion.

Victor was momentarily stunned. Claire was missing?

His mind flashed to the image of a frail woman, cradled in his arms, who looked so much like Claire.