Regret Novel 55

Chapter 55

Rosemary chuckled and took the gift. “You really are a thoughtful girl.”

“Open it, please! I want to see your reaction!” Genevieve nudged her, unable to hide her excitement.

With a resigned smile, Rosemary began unwrapping the present. Nestled inside the box was a polished, pristine ivory figurine of the Virgin Mary, the surface gleaming with a soft luster.

Mrs. Jensen–Ilse Sylvan Howard–immediately chimed in, “Mother, Genevieve knows how much you love religious art and saints, so she spent the whole day picking this out just for you.”

Miranda shot Ilse a sharp look. She’d never had much patience for her sister–in–law, whose academic background and prim manners she found insufferably fake. Only someone from the Jensen family could deliver such syrupy flattery with a straight face.

Charlotte stood quietly among them, choosing not to disrupt the moment.

She knew Rosemary had only two sons. The eldest, Jacques Howard, was a diplomat–Elder Howard’s favorite, and Evander’s biological father. Jensen, the younger son, couldn’t quite measure up to his brother. These days, he served as vice chairman at “Cloudcrest MedTech Holdings,” the company Rosemary herself had founded. His wife was Ilse, and their only child was Genevieve.

Rosemary closed the box and set it aside. “Well, it’s clear you put a lot of thought

into it.”

giggled. “Actually, it was Tricia who helped me pick it

meant to earn Tricia some points with the old lady, but instead, she’d stumbled right

Jensen nearly

face remained unreadable. “Who helped you

then looped her arm through

steer the conversation back in her favor. “Grandma,

like some people, chasing after the family just for

Charlotte, her chin lifted in

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surrounded by so many people, she might have let it

respond, Jensen cut in, his voice stern. “Enough! This is nonsense–how dare you say such

Of all times to bring her up, Genevieve had

and glaring at Charlotte with open disdain. “If she hadn’t clawed her way into this family by less–than–honorable means, do you really think she’d be

kind of daughter are you raising?” Miranda scolded. “Haven’t you taught her there’s a time

Charlotte, but Charlotte was still her daughter–in–law. It wasn’t

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