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Rosalind left, her tears flowing as she walked away, leaving a bitter atmosphere behind.
The maids, who had grown tired of her constant dramatic displays, couldn’t help but exchange looks.
It was the same act every time—she’d put on a show, leave in tears, and expect everyone to fall for it.
Justin remained motionless on the sofa, staring at the ruined suit in his hands, deep in thought.
“Young Master Justin, it’s late.
Have some warm milk before bed,” Wilma said as she entered with a glass of milk.
She noticed the damaged suit and sighed, unable to hide her disapproval.
“What a pity.
“
Her words carried an underlying meaning.
“The next time Rose comes here, keep an eye on her and don’t let her enter my room or study.
Anna’s room too,” Justin spoke quietly, still fixated on the suit.
“Don’t worry, Young Master.
I will definitely watch her,” Wilma responded, her tone firm.
“Luckily, I had locked the young madam’s door today.
Otherwise, Ms.
Gold might have sneaked in and ruined it too.
”
“Wilma, don’t say that.
Rose doesn’t have bad intentions.
After all, I owe her for the past three years.
” Justin’s voice softened slightly, trying to justify his actions.
“What about the young madam? What did the young madam do wrong? You divorced the young madam.
Don’t you feel sorry for her?” Wilma raised her voice, her sympathy for Anna clear.
Justin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his expression unreadable.
“You should go to bed early.
I won’t disturb you,” Wilma muttered, leaving the room with a frown, taking the glass of milk with her.
Justin’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Is she upset with me? I wanted that milk,” he muttered to himself, a hint of frustration rising.
“When did Anna bribe Wilma? What a scheming woman.
.
.
”
Meanwhile, Rosalind returned home, feeling humiliated and defeated.
She brought the bad news with her—the Salvador family’s withdrawal of support was a devastating blow to the Gold family, making it almost impossible for them to recover.
“What does Justin mean by that? He keeps saying that he loves you, but he doesn’t do anything to prove it! Does he think we’re pushovers?” Zeke shouted, slamming an ashtray on the table, his eyes blazing with anger.
“Justin loves me.
He divorced Anna for me…” Rosalind sobbed, trying to defend herself.
“I think he’s just weighing the pros and cons! After all, you’re from a rich family.
Who the hell is Anna? How can a country bumpkin like her compare to you? Anyone with a brain would choose you!” Zeke’s words, though meant to reassure, seemed to sting Rosalind more than comfort her.
“Rose, why did Mr.
Salvador suddenly change his mind? What happened?” Rosalind’s father asked, his voice tinged with worry.
“I don’t know either.
He went to see Ms.
Thompson today, and when he came back, he completely changed.
He no longer wants to get involved with our family business… Dad, Zeke, did you do something behind my back that Justin discovered? He seems to hate our family…” Rosalind’s voice faltered with concern.
“Damn it! Could it be because of his ex-wife, Anna?” Zeke suddenly had an epiphany, his face lighting up with realization.
“What do you mean by that?” Rosalind’s anxiety spiked when she heard Anna’s name.
“A few days ago, I was at the Hoffmans’ newly opened bar, and I ran into that crazy woman looking for trouble.
Justin showed up out of nowhere to rescue his ex-wife and even asked me to apologize to her! Can you believe that?!” Zeke’s voice was still filled with bitterness from the embarrassing incident.
Rosalind’s face flushed with jealousy.
“I knew it! Justin has feelings for that bitch.
I won’t let Anna get back with him,” she thought, her mind racing with anger.
“Alright.
As long as Rose marries Mr.
Salvador and becomes the lady boss of Salvador Corporation, we won’t have to worry about anything else,” her mother said coldly, trying to reassure her daughter.
Anna, in their eyes, was just an obstacle—an unwanted woman whose existence was nothing more than a nuisance.
Their focus remained on salvaging the company’s image, hoping to shift the public’s perception and find someone to blame for their troubles.
