Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel 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 come out. 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 give me a chance. Let me spend 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.

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 become strong enough that no one dares to hurt you.”

And now, that man outside dared to call himself her uncle? The audacity was almost laughable.