MasukNot long after Rose was done changing her clothes, the family doctor arrived. Derek brought the doctor directly to Alex's room. “What happened?” the older doctor asked quickly, already motioning for the servants to clear the way. “She was drugged,” Alex replied coldly, not moving an inch as he sat
The bathroom was filled with steam, warmth and cold air blending together in a hazy mist that clung to every surface. The bathtub had already been prepared carefully, the water adjusted just enough to soothe Rose’s feverish body while helping stabilize the dangerous effects of the drug still lingeri
The convoy finally arrived at the King Mansion deep into the night. The massive black gates opened immediately the moment Alex’s vehicle approached, allowing the long line of luxury cars to enter without delay. Before the car had even fully stopped, Alex was already opening the back door. Rose wa
The black vehicles cut through the city roads at frightening speed, their headlights slicing sharply through the dark streets one after another. Inside the main car, the atmosphere remained tense and unbearably heavy. Rose sat curled tightly against Alex’s chest in the backseat, her consciousnes
Nancy had just stepped out of the hotel ballroom because she was still worried about Rose and she wanted to be sure Rose was truly safe. However, the strange scene outside made her stop walking entirely. For a moment, she genuinely questioned whether she was hallucinating. Rose was currently cli
Alex had barely stepped out of the elevator when Derek’s phone vibrated again. He knew what the message was about so without another word, he strode toward the hotel entrance with frightening speed while Derek and several guards followed immediately behind him. The revolving doors opened and then
After Rose returned to her seat, It was Raymond who finally spoke up again. He turned to his mother abruptly, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. “Mother… How long are you planning to stay before going back?” He expected a predictable answer — two days, maybe three. Anytime their mother
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
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







