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Rosalind had been transferred to a general ward after her emergency treatment.
The doctor assured everyone that she was fine, though her injury wasn’t serious enough to require stitches, but the stress had caused her to faint.
“Rose! You’re finally awake!” Jean cried beside Rosalind’s bed, her face streaked with tears as if she had already lost her daughter.
“I thought I would never see you again!”
Shannon, standing nearby, rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Enough already.
Justin isn’t here.
Who are you crying for? You’re hurting my ears.
“
Jean wiped her tears and looked confused.
“What incident?”
Shannon clicked her tongue in disdain, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
“Have you done something else wrong? I’ve done my best to help you.
Do you think your daughter would have been with Justin if it weren’t for me? You think a simpleton like you could get her into a wealthy family? Dream on!”
Rosalind, lying in bed, also held a grudge against her mother.
She blamed Jean for selling the necklace Justin had given her.
Had Jean kept it, it would never have ended up at the pawnshop, and the Thompsons wouldn’t have auctioned it off.
That necklace was a key part of the incident that had soured her relationship with Justin.
“Shannon, it’s also partly your fault!” Rosalind snapped, trying to deflect some of the blame.
Shannon’s scornful gaze turned on Jean, who had been her target since childhood.
“You two were playing along so well until your youngest daughter came and ruined everything.
If Carrie hadn’t gotten involved, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
Shannon’s anger flared as she tried to find an excuse for herself.
“How was I supposed to know Carrie would be in the bathroom? Rose, I’ve taught you better than this! You were so careless—you didn’t even notice someone else was present!”
Frustrated, Rosalind pouted and fell silent, feeling both betrayed and helpless.
“Well, it’s just a he-said-she-said situation.
There’s no proof that Rose hurt herself.
If Justin asks, just play dumb.
He cares about you, so he’ll let it slide,” Shannon said coldly, rubbing her temples.
“If not, I have ways to make him forgive you.
“
“Thanks, Aunt Shannon.
.
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” Rosalind muttered, but her thoughts turned to Mila, who had protected Anna earlier.
Her jealousy grew as she spoke, her voice laced with bitterness.
“Does Anna have a kid with Asher? Is that why everyone in the Thompson family is so nice to her? Why did Mrs.
Thompson protect her like that? It almost sounded like Anna was her daughter! If this keeps going, Anna will end up outshining us!”
Shannon’s expression darkened when Mila’s name came up.
“Mila is just a mistress.
I only call her Mrs.
Thompson out of respect, but she dares to treat me rudely!”
“Yeah! Aunt Shannon, you’re Gregory’s legal wife.
How could Mila compare to you?” Rosalind flattered her aunt, desperate to stay in her good graces so that she could secure a future in the Salvador family.
Jean, overhearing the conversation, thought to herself bitterly, ‘How dare they call someone a mistress when they’re one themselves? If Justin’s birth mother hadn’t been so foolish and deceived by Shannon, she would never have married into the Salvador family.
’
“I won’t let Anna get the upper hand by marrying into the Thompson family,” Shannon muttered with a cold smile.
“What’s the point of trying to please Mila? She’s a nobody.
“
Shannon’s gaze turned sharp.
“People only respect Mila because Wyatt Thompson does.
Greg told me Wyatt is hard to deal with.
He’s all about the family’s reputation.
As for Asher.
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“
