Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 695:

Richard’s silence cut deeper than any condemnation. Where warmth once lived in his gaze, only revulsion and arctic indifference remained. Without ceremony, he hauled Rosanna to her feet. “Come. We’re going home.”

Those four simple words — “We’re going home” — stilled Rosanna’s trembling in an instant. Her shattered spirit felt as though gentle hands had finally caught the pieces. Nodding frantically, she struggled upright, her hands fluttering helplessly as tears continued their relentless path down her cheeks.

“Thank you, Mom and Dad.”

At least she still possessed somewhere to belong.

At least her parents hadn’t cast her into the void completely.

Yet when Richard and Sandra’s eyes met over her bowed head, neither offered any acknowledgment of her gratitude.

confines of a sleek black sedan, Chris commanded the wheel with practiced ease, one hand steering while the other worked the handbrake, carving through rain-slicked streets like

couldn’t contain his admiration. “When it comes to driving prowess, you’re

the deluge, their rhythm

had just conquered a perilous downhill stretch, weaving through traffic to shake their persistent media tail. Every maneuver flowed

yet carrying an undertone of steel. “Your house is just

enthusiasm evaporated instantly, realizing that he was somewhat redundant in the car

uncanny ability to exploit his usefulness, then discard Maxwell without so much as

whatever kept Chris content suited Maxwell

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for the lift.

Pattie’s elbow found Maia’s ribs as she whispered conspiratorially, “Your husband handles that machine like a