LOGINBecause she realized how much Rose had suffered silently and she hadn't noticed. Donna closed her eyes briefly. "When did you become like this?" Rose smiled faintly. "I'm not sure." Donna looked at her granddaughter. Rose was still a teenager, yet sometimes, the loneliness in her eyes felt older
Inside the study room, Donna sat quietly on the couch, her expression darker than Rose had seen in a long time. For a few moments, neither of them spoke as David placed the cup of tea in front of the two women. Rose sat calmly on the other sofa next to her while Donna stared at her, her sharp eyes
Beatrice looked at him in surprise. She hadn't expected William to speak up for her, especially not after their argument earlier. William rubbed his forehead. "I investigated Henry beforehand. His family background is excellent, his reputation is good and his personality is outstanding. So I didn'
What kind of mother are you, Beatrice?" Grace suddenly stood up, unable to hold back her anger any longer. "How can you make Rose feel guilty for something she didn't do?" She asked as her sharp gaze landed on Beatrice before she continued. "If Rose is supposed to protect Sophia, then who is suppo
Donna’s expression remained unreadable as she sat at the head of the long ancestral table. The atmosphere inside the Gray family home had grown heavy and tight enough to suffocate. To the extent everyone could feel it. Beatrice had already thrown her accusations. Rose had calmly defended herself.
"But think about it carefully. How could Rose disappear so conveniently? And why did Sophia end up in her place if she wasn't invited?" Lucy shook her head. "There are too many coincidences." Grace was so angry that she almost laughed. "So because there are coincidences, you immediately assume Ros
After finishing their meal at the restaurant, Rose had assumed that the incident with Margaret would prompt Karen to cut their day short. But she quickly realized how wrong she was. Despite Rose’s gentle protests and tired attempts at persuasion, Karen was unrelenting—dragging her from one boutique
Morning light streamed through the large windows of Rose’s room as Paige moved around with an air of practiced efficiency, carefully folding the last of Rose’s clothes. Although her expression remained neutral, there was a barely concealed sense of relief in her movements—relief that Rose was finall
Later that evening, Rose wandered through the grand hallways of the Anderson estate, her footsteps light against the polished floors. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to leave the comfort of her room, but something about the quiet atmosphere of the night made her restless. Before she knew it
Dinner continued with casual conversation, and despite how formal the Anderson household could seem, the atmosphere wasn’t tense. After finishing her meal, Rose excused herself, but before she could leave, Leo grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" Rose gave him a pointed look. "To see Grandf







