Mag-log inBecause 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
Rose calmly watched the entire scene with a blank expression. Luthor on the other hand, was caught off guard by the sudden shift in attitude from both the hotel director and the security guards. The change was too abrupt, leaving him momentarily dazed and uncertain about how to respond. Despite th
The silence in the car grew taut. “She laughed along with them,” Luthor said, each word measured. “When they joked about my fall. When they asked if I needed help paying for drinks.” Rose’s nails dug into her palm. “And then,” he said quietly, “she stood up. Raised her glass. And announced tha
Bradley smiled in satisfaction after hearing Peter’s response. He was deliberately luring Peter into carrying out his dirty work and was pleased that Peter was too oblivious to realize his true intentions. “Honestly, I think you would have made a better chairman than Hale. You have a strong sense o
Luthor stopped his hand mid-air at the sound of Rose’s voice, her desperate plea urging him to release Bryan. His eyes burned with uncontrollable rage as he stared down at Bryan. In that moment, every ounce of stress and every obstacle he had overcome to reach this point surged violently through his







