MasukRose understood his concern. She wasn't asking him to ignore the risk. She simply believed Amelia deserved the opportunity. “I understand,” she said calmly. “But if she makes a mistake, I'll take full responsibility.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “That doesn't change the fact that the mistake would sti
To her surprise, Chris was already waiting outside. The moment he saw Rose getting out of the car, he walked toward her. “I heard about your injury,” he said, his gaze briefly falling to her injured knee. “Let me help you.” “You didn't have to come down yourself, brother Chris.” Rose said with a s
The following morning, Anne and Karen visited Rose at the hospital. The previous day, Rose had called to let them know that she wouldn't be able to visit Anderson Estate as she had promised Anne a few days earlier. When they heard that she had ended up in the hospital instead, the two women decided
At the hospital, the examination revealed that Rose had fractured her knee. The doctor explained that she would need to avoid putting unnecessary pressure on it for several weeks and would have to use crutches or a wheelchair when necessary. Rose wasn't particularly pleased about that. "I can stil
The car came to an abrupt stop. Emma froze. For a moment, she simply stared through the windshield, her breathing becoming heavier as she looked at the vehicles surrounding them. “What...” Her voice trembled slightly. “What is happening?” Rose looked toward her. “Emma?” “I don't know.” Emma glan
Not long after her visit and the strange incident at King Mansion, Rose's suspicion about Alex's unusual world remained somewhere in the back of her mind, although she had not allowed herself to dwell on it too much. There were still too many reasonable explanations for everything she had witnessed
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly
Rose stepped out of the car and glanced up at the towering glass building of Ashmore Legal Groups. The structure exuded quiet dominance — marble steps leading to bronze-framed doors, mirrored windows catching sunlight like a blade. Her ginger colored hair fell neatly past her shoulders, soft curl
“Is that everything you’ll be purchasing, ma’am? I’d like to go and prepare all the necessary documents,” the salesman asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly from both excitement and nerves. He was desperate to finalize the deal and secure his commission. “No,” Rose replied calmly, turnin
Luthor’s head snapped toward Rose. “Rose,” he warned quietly, but one look from her silenced him. He sighed under his breath. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, half in disbelief, half in admiration. Evelyn froze mid-step, her expression hardened as she turned to look at Rose. “Excuse me? That’s not







