MasukBeatrice 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
Gray ancestral home had never felt this oppressive before. The spacious hall was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere was so tense that even the servants moved carefully, afraid to make the slightest noise. The main branch of the Gray family had gathered. Although no one dared to speak carelessly but
Before he could respond, the office door opened. Beatrice walked in hurriedly. The moment she saw him, she asked anxiously, "How was it? Did you find out anything?" William looked up at her. For some reason, seeing Beatrice's anxious face stressed him more. He suddenly remembered the investigati
The silence of William’s office was broken with a sharp bang as the door flew open. Papers fluttered from his desk with the sudden gust, and William’s head snapped up, his brows knitting together. “Sorry sir, I tried to stop him—” his secretary stumbled in, flustered, clutching a folder tightly in
“Then, you must be excited about visiting the company today. You need to eat properly.” “Excited might be too strong a word,” Rose said, taking a small sip of her coffee again. “But yes… I’m ready to see it for myself.” Paige nodded approvingly. “It’ll be a big day and you look beautiful today,
The clink of cutlery and hushed voices lingered even after Rose excused herself from the table. She rose gracefully, gave a polite nod toward her father, and ascended the stairs without looking back, leaving the rest of the family behind. As soon as the sound of her footsteps was no longer heard, B
Alex said nothing at first. His large frame leaned back into the seat, one hand resting lazily on the table, but his presence alone was enough to keep people looking over curiously, cautiously, as if daring to be too obvious might invite trouble. Rose rested her chin on her hand, studying him with







