Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 708:

Seeing Axell’s bold signature and handprint on the document, he finally exhaled.

The letter of understanding was real. Jarrod was saved.

“Thank you… Thank you, Mr. Nelson…” He folded the document carefully, tucking it into his briefcase like it was made of glass.

Axell looked at the humble man before him, his lip curling. “You really are pathetic.”

With that, he turned and headed back inside, Rosanna still unconscious in his arms. His eyes kept drifting down to her face, his new toy to do with as he pleased.

Richard stood there, swallowing his pride along with the rain.

desperation breaking through her composed facade. “Mr. Nelson, you’ll treat our Rosanna kindly, won’t you?”

swept toward the villa’s entrance, Rosanna’s limp form cradled against his chest, before barking at the butler without a

door slammed shut with

lashed down with

gestures herded them toward

dismissal cutting deeper than the wind that sliced through her coat. Her body trembled — from cold, from rage, from the awful realization

the umbrella, Richard stood frozen, his gaze locked on the document that had

impossibly heavy in his grip, as if it contained the

Now here he stood, a broken man who’d traded his daughter for his

latest

his chest, he couldn’t shake

was a living reminder of their family’s