Even though Myra was unwilling, she knew she was outnumbered. With a bitter heart, she admitted, "I shouldn’t have littered at your father’s grave, let alone bully you guys. Molly, you’ve beaten up so badly, let see a doctor, please? I’m in pain all over." Once she got ho, she would definitely tell her parents! "You haven’t apologized to my mom yet. She’s your elder, it’s one thing to bully , but
you even brought people to harass her! Humiliate her!" Molly said, angry. "I’m sorry, Auntie, I was wrong."
Iris knew her apology was insincere and turned away without responding.
"Get lost." Molly didn’t want to see her anymore.
Myra ran off, clutching her torn dress, her bodyguard following. Joey and John got kicked by Molly on their way out.
"Not bad, you’re improving," Rosemary said with a smile, praising Molly. "You’re not the pushover you used to be."
"Ms. Rose, thank you for today. I’m glad you ca, otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable." Molly helped her mother up, "Let introduce you, this is my mother, Iris. Mom, this is
my boss, Ms. Rose, and Dean." "Thank you for today," Iris said, bowing deeply to show her gratitude.
"Your injury," Rosemary noticed a wound on Iris’s elbow.
Iris quickly covered it, "Oh, it’s nothing, just a little accident."
"Mom, are you in pain?" Molly looked at her with concern, "You’re bleeding so much. Let’s go to the hospital."
"I want to deal with the gravestone first," Iris’s gaze settled on the gravestone, the red paint stood out against the stone. The ground in front of the grave and the surrounding grass were also splattered with paint.
"We probably can’t clean it off, let’s get a new one for dad. Myra’s probably gone ho to tattle, if we don’t go now, we might be in danger."
Molly understood Myra’s character, she hadn’t been through hardship before. After such humiliation today, she was bound to cause trouble.
"Let drop you guys off at the hospital first," Rosemary noticed not just Iris, but Molly was also injured.
"No need, we have dicine at ho. We’ll just apply so when we get back, Iris, always one to avoid troubling others, politely said to Rosemary, "We’ll take the bus ho later."
Rosemary knew they were trying to save money, "We’re free anyway. Where do you live, Molly?"
"We’ve rented a place at Blossom Apartnt."
Blossom Apartnt was quite an old community.
"Dean, goes to Blossom Apartnt."
"Got it."
Ten minutes later.
The car pulled up in front of Blossom Apartnt, Iris insisted on inviting them up for a rest.
Dean checked the ti and nodded at Rosemary, indicating they had ti.
"Our ho is small, hope you don’t mind," Iris said warmly, her uninjured hand linked with Rosemary’s,
"You and Dean have been such a great help, we don’t have much to offer, but please, co up for a cup of coffee."
"Yes, Ms. Rose, please accept our thank. Dean, will you co too?"
Dean perked up at Molly’s invitation and looked at Rosemary hopefully. Rosemary nodded and followed them upstairs,
"You beca a CEO at such a young age? You are so young and promising."
"Mom, Ms. Rose is very talented. She has deep attainnts in design! Every piece she guides improves significantly in quality!"
"Is that so? Then you should learn more from Ms. Rose."
"Just call Rosemary"
Upon arrival, Dean noticed their ho was very small, with a small living room.
There were two small rooms on the left, a bathroom in the middle, a small kitchen on the right, and a small dining table. Though small, the place was very clean and felt holy.
"For now, this is all we can afford, Iris said with a laugh, quickly preparing slippers and brewing coffee as soon as they entered.
"You shouldn’t be doing this, Rosemary asked Molly to fetch the first aid kit, prioritizing treating their wounds.
Iris soon served them two cups of coffee.
"Let see your wound," Rosemary saw a bruise on Iris’s elbow. Her skin grazed against the ground, and there was even sand in the wound.
She carefully helped Iris clean the wound. Iris was surprised, "You know how to dress wounds?"
She seed skilled, no worse than a professional nurse.
Rosemary said lightly, "I’ve seen it done online, just imitating really"
Iris knew the girl was being modest and her impression of her improved.
Molly was disinfecting and treating her elbow, but every ti the cotton bud touched her wound, she frowned in pain.
"Let help, Dean took the cotton bud and gently tended to her wound, "Let know if it hurts."
"Uh huh, Molly watched him diligently dress her wound and gratefully said, "Thank you!"
After taking care of the wound, Rosemary put everything back in its place. "I think Myra might make trouble again. You’d better find another place to live."
Molly had thought about this too, "but there is nothing cheaper than this apartnt right now."
"I’ve got a friend who’s gone overseas, and she wants to rent out her house for her," Rosemary ntioned offhand. "Price isn’t really the issue, she mainly wants soone who will take care of the
place like she does."
"We’ll definitely take good care of it!" Molly quickly responded, spotting a glimr of hope.
Rosemary calmly added, "The house is nearby too, so it’s convenient for work."
"Ms. Rose, we’ve already checked out places in the area, and there’s nothing else around that’s as cheap as this one," Molly expressed her concern of setting the price too low making it hard to explain to her friend.
"My friend has already said that price isn’t an issue," Rosemary glanced at the ti, "I’ve got so stuff to deal with now. Dean will help you move when he gets back. I need to ask my friend for the exact address, she ntioned it last ti and I’ve forgotten."
"Ms. Rose..." Molly was at a loss for how to thank her.
Iris even stood up, "Rose, you’ve helped us twice now, we don’t know how to repay you, thank you so much!"
"No need to repay." Rosemary smiled, "Just live well, live better than those people, that’s the best way to repay , and yourselves."
Iris seed moved.
"That’s settled then."
Rosemary left and got into her car. She opened her phone and looked through her properties, selecting the smallest one located downtown.
It was a three–bedroom apartnt, beautifully decorated, about 90 square ters.
Rosemary sent the details to Dean, "When I get to the River Bank Cafe, you can help them move.
"Sure thing, Ms. Rose."
McMillian Corporation’s CEO office.
Roo had checked his phone countless tis, with nothing new on the screen except for a girl’s photo.
"Is there a problem with the internet?" Roo looked at his full–bar WiFi signal, suspecting a network issue. He turned to Carl, "Send a ssage."
"Huh?" Carl didn’t understand Roo’s request, "What?"
What’s the point of sending a ssage when they’re right next to each other? Why not just talk?
Although he thought this, Carl respectfully asked, "What should I send, Mr. McMillian?"
"Anything."
"Then I’ll send an emoji." Carl sent a smiling face, which Roo received imdiately
So there was no issue with the internet or the signal. That girl just hadn’t ssaged him! So he hadn’t received anything!
"Why are you sending smiling faces during work hours?" Roo felt like the emoji was mocking him,
"I’ll donate your bonus this month."
Carl’s eyes widened. What? Mr. McMillian, wasn’t it you who told to send it? Didn’t you say I could send anything? What’s so offending about this smiling face?
Roo opened the chat box. His last conversation with Rose was around six in the morning when Rose told him to rest first, saying they would et soon.
She seed so concerned about him, yet why was she nowhere to be found once work started?
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