Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 706:

City lights shimmered in the puddles, weaving gold and violet ribbons through the shadows that swallowed every trace of the moon.

Inside the car, an uneasy hush pressed down on everything.

Richard kept his focus on the road, knuckles pale against the steering wheel, while Sandra sat rigid in the passenger seat, twisting her hands together in her lap, fighting to steady her nerves.

A quiet voice broke through the silence. “Richard…”

Richard’s attention never wavered from the windshield. “What is it?”

Doubt hovered in Sandra’s words. “Do you really believe Axell will be good to Rosanna?”

as she spoke, a bitter taste filled her mouth — she’d already made peace with their decision, yet guilt

root of her unease. As if offering an explanation for what she’d just said, she continued, “Even though Rosanna committed something we can’t excuse, she’s

Richard. The possibility of turning

car rolled beneath a blinking streetlight, then another,

Richard finally ease off the gas, guiding

cigarette found its way between his fingers,

the window as he cracked it open, letting smoke curl into the

murmured, barely above a whisper. “There was never

of her name now, no man from a wealthy and powerful family would take her in. And you know her character — she suffered enough in the slums back

thrill at

the open window and snuffed out his cigarette before he

window firmly, and fired the engine