Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 705:

Panic sent Sandra rushing to her side, her hand shaking as she nudged Rosanna’s shoulder. When no response came, she turned tear-filled eyes to Richard. “Richard, she’s out cold.”

Without hesitation, Richard sprang from his chair, his arms wrapping around Rosanna’s upper body. “I’ll handle this end — grab her legs. We need to move quickly.”

Together, they lifted Rosanna and carried her gently to the guest room on the first floor, laying her across the freshly made bed. Sandra immediately set to work, unfastening the buttons of her daughter’s nightgown.

“Step out for a minute. I’ll call you when she’s ready.”

“Alright, but be quick,” Richard replied as he left, leaning against the door and lighting a cigarette.

Time crawled by as he watched the clock tick in the living room, each second growing heavier.

the windows, a silent soundtrack to the tense

over the bed, mixing with the scent of heavy

bed, carefully slipping Rosanna into the gown that had been thoughtfully

for a moment her brow knit, her body reacting instinctively to

was no ordinary gown. Every detail — from the sweeping V-shaped back to the intricate lace and flowing silk — had been chosen

trace of exhaustion and tears from

finished, Rosanna looked like something crafted for

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escaped Sandra as she drank in the sight of her daughter. Then she called

down. It’ll look better that way — I

with a nod, her face