Chapter 3

In the evening, Rosalie and I returned home together. She wore a smug expression. "Hannah, so what if you can marry Jeffrey? You can get him, but not his heart. Oh, perhaps he doesn't even let you touch him."

Without Jeffrey around, she finally stopped pretending to be innocent. "I can kill your mother and steal your beloved Jeffrey. Hannah, just wait and see. Everything that belongs to you will eventually be mine!"

Rosalie thought she could provoke me, but I just glanced briefly at her. "I'm waiting for your show," I remarked casually before entering the house without another word.

Later, Grandpa informed me that Matthew needed time to consider about the engagement.

Jeffrey might have almost forgotten that he had a cousin named Matthew. Hector had a daughter who gave up her inheritance rights and became a police officer after falling in love with a policeman. Later, both of them died in battle on a mission, leaving only one son behind. Hector and his daughter had argued over her marriage. After his daughter's death, Hector was filled with remorse. However, Matthew grew up alone since childhood and rarely returned to Zachary Residence.

Upon my suggestion, Hector felt a sense of obligation towards Matthew. Even if Matthew did not marry me, Hector intended to leave him a portion of his estate.

Jeffrey was determined to seize control of the Zachary Group, unaware of the impossibility of his ambition. I was looking forward to seeing how Jeffrey would be doing in this life.

On my grandfather's 80th birthday, esteemed guests from our social circle gathered for the celebration.

To ensure the party proceeded smoothly, I called Grandpa's doctor to asked for his physical condition.

Upon spotting me, Rosalie made a beeline towards me.

Jeffrey had taken Rosalie on a spree to various luxury stores, evident from her glamorous social media posts showcasing their intimacy.

Approaching me with a smile, Rosalie exclaimed, "Hannah, Jeffrey is so thoughtful. He treated me to a shopping spree at luxury boutiques. Not only that, but he also personally took my measurements and promised to have a gown custom-made for me."

Seeing that I ignored her, she added, "Jeffrey also said that I shouldn't be a stranger with him after you two get married. We're all family—It's only natural for us to help each other."

My conversation with the doctor was frequently interrupted. I turned around to ask her to get lost. However, I paused when I saw the brooch on her chest.

The brooch was a birthday gift from my parents when I was a child. My parents loved each other very much. My mother designed the brooch herself, and my father found the best craftsman to make it. It represents their wish for me to have a happy life.

After my mother's tragic passing and my father's subsequent withdrawal from the world, I never received another birthday gift from them. The brooch was a unique and precious reminder of their love. Even I was reluctant to wear it.

I grabbed Rosalie by the collar, pushed her into a corner, and demanded, "Where did you get this brooch?"

Rosalie suddenly sobbed, "Hannah, although you've always resented me, I've always considered you as my cousin. Jeffrey bought me a few clothes out of pity for me. Even if you're upset, you shouldn't attack me!"

Unconvinced, I persisted harshly, "Tell me where you got the brooch. Who gave it to you?"

Rosalie only stared at me with shock in her eyes. Disgusted, I tried to grab it, but my wrist was firmly held by another pair of hands.

An icy voice rang behind me. "Hannah, what are you doing? Planning to strike someone in broad daylight?"