The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 143

“Every word that leaves your mouth is about your mother, yet I don’t see you treating your sister well. I guess it’s no wonder you’re your mother’s dearest daughter!” Gordon uttered angrily and dashed straight into the room. He came out shortly with a photo album in hand.

Rosalie froze. The album belonged to Tracy and contained many photos of them together.

Gordon instantly produced a lighter and used it to light up the album “Since you can’t seem to tolerate your sister leading at good life, you don’t need to have this. Your mother wouldn’t even want a daughter like you!”

The album started to burn and Gordon threw it onto the tile floor.

Rosalie let out a shrick and hurriedly rolled up her sleeves, patting the flames desperately to put them out.

Her thoughts were frantic. “No! I can’t let this burn! This album contains the memories Mother left me as well as her sentiments! I have to save it from being destroyed!”

She had no idea how long she’d been screaming subconsciously. All she knew was to keep tapping the flames with both hands non-stop with all her might to extinguish the fire. Rosalie barely even registered her hands being burnt.

It was as if she’d lost her mind.

Gordon. Caitlin, and Loretta were also taken aback by her behavior.

Rosalie only realized her face was drenched with tears as she stared at the charred and tattered photo album when the fire was finally extinguished.

She staggered forward to hold the alburn against her chest and looked up coldly at the person she was to address as her father.

This man had the guts to sloppily treat the belongings of his deceased wife, a woman whom he’d once sworn an oath to stand by for the rest of his life. This proved she no longer meant anything to him.

It turned out that love would eventually be depleted by time till not even sentiments were left.

Her elegantly pretty face was washed with tears and in a mess, but her almond eyes glared at Gordon coldly.

slightly shaken by her daughter’s gaze but tried his best to appear dignified. “W-Who taught you to look at your father like that? So what

still alive now, she would definitely wonder why she married a bastard like you!”

furious that he raised his hand and slapped

it before she narrowly got her bearings. She still clung on tightly to

be her husband! If you still had any amount of affection for her, you wouldn’t have burned this!” Rosalie

the Leighton

inside the house

you just light it up like that? Imagine what would have happened if she hadn’t put out the fire in time, and it burned her skin? It would have endangered

he felt his daughter had trampled on his authority as a father. “She

item now? Wouldn’t she tell on us to him and then exact revenge?” Caitlin was

Gordon glared. “I’m still her father, regardless of what happens. I will prevent her from ever finding her mother’s grave if she dares

flickered briefly as she lamented that Rosalie

if Rosalie’s face had ended up disfigured by the

a pity!” Loretta sighed

how she reached the bottom floor, as every step she took required all her

album kept trembling as her

through

were all memories of her and her

stalked toward her while she

tinged with barely concealed concern rang

her and a pair of hands supporting her body that was on

one supporting me?” she wondered

an alluring peach blossom. Its beauty was capable of taking one’s

upon noticing her tear-stained face, and his

“Jon…” she murmured the name. She couldn’t remember the last

eternity ago, despite it being several