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.

windows, a silent soundtrack to the

the bed, mixing with the

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

knit,

the sweeping V-shaped back to the intricate lace

came next. Sandra worked with practiced skill, erasing every trace of exhaustion and tears from Rosanna’s face

finally finished, Rosanna looked like something crafted for a display case — a

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drank in the sight of her daughter. Then she called out, “Richard, come back

cigarette and returned, surveying Rosanna with a calculating eye. “Let her hair down. It’ll look better that way — I want Axell to be

face shadowed with pain, though her