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Justin couldn’t shake the image of Amma’s disappointed, resentful gaze from his mind.
It lingered, leaving him feeling as if he had lost something crucial.
The emptiness in his chest only deepened with every passing thought.
When Justin entered the study, Wilma was close behind, clearly unhappy.
“Young Master, Ms.
Gold’s car is downstairs.
You should go down and greet her.
“
“I’m not going,” Justin replied flatly.
Wilma blinked, clearly stunned by Justin’s refusal to acknowledge Rosalind.
She couldn’t contain her joy.
“I know why she’s here,” Justin muttered as he slumped on the sofa, his eyes distant.
“Go down and tell her that if she’s here for Zeke, don’t bother.
The Gold family must be in chaos now, so she should go home and spend time with her parents.
After the media scrutiny dies down in a few days, I’ll visit her.
“
Wilma hesitated for a moment before asking, “What if she refuses to leave?”
“Then just let her be,” Justin sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.
All he could think of was Anna’s harsh words, calling him a “good-for-nothing ex-husband.
” ‘How am I a good-for-nothing? She doesn’t even know what I’m capable of!’ he thought bitterly.
Wilma, sensing Justin’s annoyance, gave him a thumbs-up and hurried out of the study, eager to deliver the message to Rosalind.
Justin frowned, sensing Wilma’s deep dislike for Rosalind, almost like it was personal.
Wilma was practically giddy as she went outside, a smile tugging at her lips as she saw Rosalind waiting anxiously.
“The young master said he won’t get involved in your family affairs,” Wilma said coolly, standing her ground.
“You should give up and go home.
“
Rosalind, refusing to back down, immediately tried to push past Wilma.
“Let me in! I need to see Justin!” she demanded, her voice full of desperation.
However, Wilma was far stronger than Rosalind.
Without even moving a muscle, she stood firm, and Rosalind lost her balance, stumbling and falling to the ground.
“Ah! You… How dare you push me! I’m Justin’s fiancée! You can’t treat me like this!” Rosalind shrieked, indignation flooding her.
“I’ll tell Justin you bullied me! I’ll get you fired!”
Wilma chuckled, unfazed by Rosalind’s threats.
“Future lady boss? You’ll have to wait a while before you can boss me around.
Even if you marry the young master, you’ll never be my boss.
The only lady boss I recognize is Ms.
Brown.
Even if the young master and Ms.
Brown are no longer together, she will always have my respect.
Women like you can step aside.
”
“You!” Rosalind’s face turned crimson with rage.
“Feel free to complain about me to the young master.
If you can actually make him fire me, I’ll thank you for it.
It’ll be time for me to retire,” Wilma quipped, clearly enjoying herself.
Rosalind was no longer the sweet, innocent figure she once seemed to be.
“Justin! You can’t just let this happen!” Rosalind suddenly cried out, dropping her act and kneeling on the ground, her tears flowing freely.
The scene felt like something from a soap opera, where a fallen mistress was begging for mercy.
When there was no response from Justin, Rosalind began calling out to anyone who might help her.
“Aunt Shannon! Uncle Greg! Please help me!”
Wilma, not in the mood for any more drama, raised her eyes to the sky.
The clouds were darkening, signaling rain.
“Stop shouting.
The chairman and Madam Shannon have gone out to dinner with the Old Master.
They won’t be back for a while.
“
“Then I’ll wait here until Justin sees me!” Rosalind persisted, stubbornly refusing to leave.
Wilma sighed, walking away toward the villa.
“It’s going to rain.
I need to collect the laundry.
Shout all you want!”
With that, Wilma left Rosalind behind, retreating inside the villa to attend to the household chores, the sounds of Rosalind’s cries fading behind her.
