Chapter 40
Chapter 40
Edward and Claudia immediately noticed that something was wrong with Helena Alarmed, they jumped up from their seats and rushed to her side
“Helena, are you okay?” Edward asked, his voice thick with concern.
Helena’s face had gone completely pasty, her lips
is turning a worrying shade of blue–classic symptoms of a heart condition flaring up
get Dr. Gibson. Now, hurry?
Panic took hold of Claudia as she whipped around and shouted at the maids, “Go get
Barney Gibson had originally been the Talley family’s personal physician. After Rosalie’s grandfather George passed away, Barney didn’t leave the Talley family. Instead, following George’s dying wish, he was sent to Graham Villa to take care of Rosalie.
Even after Rosalie married Julian, Barney remained at Graham Villa as the Graham family’s designated doctor.
Now, with Helena collapsing out of nowhere, the entire dining room was thrown into chaos. Tension crackled in the air as the household erupted into a flurry of movement, faces filled with worry and urgency.
Only two people remained unaffected–Rosalie and Julian
Rosalie sat calmly at the dining table, her gaze cold and indifferent as she watched the commotion around Helena. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was smooth yet cutting
She said, “Dr. Gibson is my personal doctor. His salary comes from my pocket. Since when has it become acceptable for just anyone to start ordering him around!”
Claudia, already frantic over Helena’s condition, was too shaken to maintain her usual pretenses. The mask of the gentle, self–sacrificing stepmother shattered in an instant.
Face flushed with anger, Claudia turned to Rosalie, her voice rising in fury. “Rosalie, what the hell is that supposed to mean? I raised you s were a child. I’ve slayed away for you, and this is how you repay me!“
since you
Rosalie met Claudia’s burning gaze, but her own eyes only grew colder, a dark glint flickering within them. A cheap little homewrecker like you dares to lecture me? Rosalie thought, her lip curling in disdain.
Her voice was light, almost amused, but every syllable dripped with scorn. “I was raised by the maids, Claudia, You, on the other hand, waltzed into our home and lived like a queen. Forgive me, but I don’t quite see how that qualifies as slaving away”
Rosalie’s gaze landed on Claudia’s face, sharp as a blade, as if she
– WETE
peeling away Claudia’s hypocritical mask, strip by strip
to this family. If you really think you’ve been ‘slaving away, then you’ve
Rosalie’s voice carried an icy disdain as she said, “You made no contribution been doing it all wrong”
