NovelGoldChapter 222 Sean sat elegantly on the sofa, his long legs crossed and his voice resonating with a deep, magnetic quality. "It's getting late, Grandma. You all should get srest." "Yes, you should also turn in early," she replied gently.
Aberdeen, Grace, and May took the hint and retreated to their rooms, leaving Sean alone in the living room. The quiet was occasionally interrupted by Ethan's distant shouting and the rumble of thunder outside.
Ethan's voice had grown hoarse, yet he remained relentless, refusing to relent in his tirade.
Victor, frowning, tried to reason with him. "There's no point in shouting, Ethan. Let's just head back." But Ethan was deaf to his words, his gaze fixated on Claire's window with unyielding intensity.
Claire, though not truly asleep, was attuned to every nuance of the situation. She sensed that something was off about Sean earlier.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe rose from her bed and peered through a gap in the curtains, spotting Ethan and Victor outside the door. Ethan was pacing like a caged lion, his face twisted with rage and desperation.
Claire watched him with a detached coldness, her eyes icy and indifferent, like a winter night. She knew Ethan was here for one reason: Vanessa.
Judging by his agitated state, he was likely distressed about Vanessa's suffering in prison.
A sardonic smile curled at the corner of Claire's lips, sharp and cold like the moonlight cutting through the stormy sky.
Suddenly, the heavens opened, and rain poured down.
The iron street lamps in the courtyard blurred into hazy orbs of light in the downpour, while Ethan's distorted features flickered with the flash of lightning.
Sean stepped into the rain, water streaming down his black shirt and tracing the contours of his muscular back. Ethan's eyes locked onto Sean as if confronting a sworn enemy, and anger flared within him. "You bastard! How dare you show your face! Hand Claire over to me!" Ethan charged like an enraged bull, throwing a punch at Sean with reckless abandon.
Sean deftly blocked the blow, his movements tearing through the soaked fabric of his shirt, revealing the taut veins of his forearm.
Claire's heart tightened, and she gripped the edge of the curtain with white- knuckled intensity.
With a swift, precise kick, Sean sent Ethan sprawling, landing heavily on the ground.
He glared down at Ethan, his voice icy. "You're not worthy to be Claire's brother." Ethan struggled to his feet, pain etched across his features, a twisted grin on his lips. "Not worthy? And you are? You claim to care for Claire, yet you indulge in your desires, heedless of her frail health. You're just as heartless as they say." Rainwater cascaded down Sean's chiseled face, his soaked clothes clinging to his steadfast frame, enhancing his rugged features.
Sean's gaze was as cold as ice as he fixed it on Ethan. "Claire is now deaf, crippled, and missing a kidney. Who's truly heartless here, hmm?" With those words, Sean turned and strode back into the villa, leaving Ethan crumpled on the wet ground.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEthan stared in disbelief at the retreating figure of Sean, fear and incredulity in his eyes.
"Stop right there! What did you mean Voice om by that? Deaf?" Ethan's voice quivered, filled with dread. No, it couldn't be true. It mustn't be what he feared.
Ethan's mind rebelled against the idea, but Sean's cold stare and harsh words hammered at his heart. Had Claire really lost her hearing? No wonder, no matter how he raged, she remained unmoved. She couldn't hear him at all.
Despair overwhelmed Ethan, tears mingling with the relentless rain.
He staggered to his feet, pushing Victor away when he tried to help.
Ethan looked up at the second floor, his face as pale as a ghost, lips m trembling as he called out, "Claire, I'm so sorry. I never imagined it would cto this. I'm truly sorry, sister."
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