Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 565:

He hugged her a little tighter and nodded, then took his seat at the table again, his thoughts drifting to the past.

“Mom and Dad were the kindest people you could ever meet. Whenever anyone in the neighborhood was struggling, they’d come to our house, and our parents always did what they could to help. Dad used to have this sharp suit that made him look so distinguished, and Mom had a lovely dress, the same as the one in the sculpture. But things changed after that.”

As Ethan continued, Maia slowly pieced together what life had been like.

Her father knew so much and could repair nearly anything that broke at home. He spent evenings telling Ethan stories before bed and made sure to teach him good manners.

Her mother was not only graceful and lovely, but also had a real gift for sewing. She often came home with bunches of fresh flowers that brightened every corner of the house.

when times were tough, there was laughter and warmth in our home. Mom and Dad always managed to look after me and… Rosanna.” When Rosanna’s name came up, his eyes

up, but I don’t see any reason to stay quiet about it. Rosanna never had to face any real difficulties at

piano. They even hired a piano teacher from the city,” Kathie said, finally setting her fork down with a heavy sigh. “During that period, they ate little more than pickled vegetables and plain bread.

as she continued after a brief pause, “But your parents always said, no matter what we go through, the kids shouldn’t have to suffer. In the end, Rosanna never once valued their efforts. She hasn’t come home since returning to the Morgan family, not even to pay her respects at their graves.” Kathie’s anger flared, her chest

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sore subject for Kathie, and the frustration never seemed

darkening her expression. That wasn’t

parents had poured so much into their children’s education. The bedtime stories, the practical skills, their way of seeing the world — none of it lined up with

Garden, the clock

the night breeze murmuring gently beneath a sky where the moon gleamed brightly and the stars twinkled like forgotten dreams. Wront’s night was unusually calm, as still as a deep lake without