Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Hertha was puzzled.

If it had been any other time, Roseanne would have been at Murray's hospital bedside in a heartbeat, fussing over him with water and endless concern, her eyes brimming with tears. But this time, she was nowhere to be seen.

When Hertha voiced her thoughts, a deathly silence spread. Stone-faced, Murray said nothing. Cliff and York, who knew the situation, dared not make a sound.

Corley finally spoke up, his voice indifferent. "They broke up. Didn't you guys know?"

Beverley frowned. "Still holding a grudge? How many days has it been? Her temper sure has grown!"

Upon hearing that, Murray's expression darkened.

"Ahem! Beverley, it might not be so easy to resolve this time..." Corley glanced at Beverley.

Beverley exploded, "What do you mean? Roseanne is putting on airs now?"

interrupted coldly, his face stern, "it's truly over this time. I was the one

Hertha was just

the timeline, Roseanne's absence did seem

leave the

think you are? My son was a blessing in your life! All

"My son is sick now. When

listened quietly, not interrupting, and then calmly said,

Beverley's number. Then she

sigh of relief,

end of the call, Beverley tried calling back only to find the line busy. She was livid. "Fine!

...

noticed a subtle smile at the corner of

head, having just sorted

the end of the day, darkness had fallen. The night breeze carried a hint of