Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 689:

“Maia!” His knees struck the cold marble with a weighty thud, the sound echoing like a muted drumbeat of desperation. “For seventeen years, we raised you. Doesn’t that mean anything? I’m begging you — please, come back. Let us start over. We can rebuild from the ashes!”

Maia stopped, turning her head slightly. Her face showed no flicker of emotion.

Her voice was low, yet carried the weight of a sealed verdict.

“My parents died a long time ago. Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan… please try to hold on to your dignity.”

And she walked away without a backward glance.

Pattie shot the pair a look of pure scorn, let out a cold snort, and quickly followed after Maia.

move to chase again, but this time, Maxwell stepped in, his arm like a gate drawn

lightheartedness had vanished from his expression. His tone was

more than a

the color from Sandra’s face as she

across his features, though he swallowed his words, unwilling

lips before he pivoted, resuming his pursuit of Maia with renewed

Vince burst onto the

his reddened eyes as he shouldered past Maxwell and the others, positioning himself directly

closed around her hand, his voice thick with anguish. “I was wrong. I was completely, utterly wrong. That vile woman Rosanna twisted my judgment, made me blind to the truth. Scream at me, strike me if that

lost in

he produced an elegant velvet box. Before