Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 269
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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom is the best current series by the author Moonlight. The Chapter 269 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 269 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
The sound echoed softly through the quiet kitchen, lingering in the air but stirring nothing—like a pebble sinking into a still lake.
Mandy paused, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind. Had Claire heard her at all?
She furrowed her brow and spoke again, her tone warmer and more insistent. "Claire?"
But the only answer was the gentle bubbling of the soup simmering on the stove. Claire remained focused, stirring the thick, fragrant broth with slow, deliberate movements. The soup had been cooking for over an hour, filling the kitchen with its comforting aroma and rolling clouds of steam.
Mandy's gaze locked on Claire's slender back, unease gnawing at her. She called out again, louder this time. "Claire!"
Her voice rang out, bouncing off the kitchen walls. Still, Claire seemed sealed in her own world, oblivious, lost in the rhythm of stirring.
A chill shot up Mandy's spine; her eyes narrowed in alarm. It was then she realized—Claire couldn't hear her.
Last time she'd seen Claire in the hospital, she'd seemed fine. How long had it been? And now, she'd lost her hearing?
Mandy clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms.
What the hell did the Linwoods, Brian, and Vincent do to her?
Fury boiled inside Mandy, her eyes blazing with a cold, murderous resolve. She could almost see herself tearing those monsters apart, limb by limb.
Suddenly, Claire turned around.
The moment she saw Mandy, a spark of surprise lit up her previously calm eyes. Her lips curved into a gentle smile. "Mandy! What are you doing here?"
In an instant, Mandy smoothed away her anger, her face brightening with a pure, sunlit smile—warm and dazzling. "I missed you. So I came."
But her eyes never left Claire's face, searching for any sign of hidden pain, any trace of what she'd endured.
Claire stepped close, affectionately taking Mandy's hand in her own—soft and warm. "Come on, sit down. The soup's almost ready."
She led Mandy toward the living room.
Mandy lingered, still studying Claire, her doubts unresolved. "Let me help you in the kitchen."
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