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.

“W-Who taught you to look

eyes turned even frostier. “If Mom were still alive now, she would definitely wonder

was so furious that he raised his hand and slapped Rosalie hard.

narrowly got her bearings. She still clung on tightly to the battered photo

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

way out of the Leighton residence step by step with the photo album in hand.

the house exchanged

like that? Imagine what would have happened if she hadn’t put out the fire in

scalded.” Gordon’s anger had yet to subside, and he felt his daughter had trampled on his authority as a father. “She would have deserved

Jonathan an item now? Wouldn’t she tell on

regardless of what happens. I will prevent her from ever finding her mother’s grave if she dares to plot

Her gaze flickered briefly as

by the tire, as Calvin would never set his eyes upon such

Loretta

floor, as every step

album kept trembling

to flip through it and

all memories of her and

her while she approached

tinged with barely concealed concern rang out

and a pair of hands supporting her

is it? Who’s the one supporting me?” she wondered

resembling an alluring peach blossom. Its beauty

furrowed upon noticing her tear-stained face, and his heart

him in a daze and abruptly smiled tragically. “Jon…” she murmured the name. She couldn’t remember the last time she referred to him

ago, despite it being