Rosemary could sense Sean’s mood shift and chuckled as she explained, "Back then, I didn’t know you were my brother, Sean, so I didn’t get a chance to design clothes just for you."
It was just by chance that she passed by LY and picked out a few outfits for him, nothing specially designed.
"I’ll make ti to design so clothes especially for you."
"Well, you’d better make a bunch!" Sean didn’t want to be outdone by Chasel. That guy was way too scheming, deliberately wearing the clothes designed by his sister to show off in front of him. Childish!
"You want to work your sister to death? She’s got tons to do every day; it’s good enough that you have sothing to wear."
"If you don’t want your sister to overwork, then hand over a few of those outfits she made for you!
You’re always on the go for work, and you hardly have any ti to wear them at ho anyway."
"As if you’re always lounging around the house."
"I would take them to Belloria!"
Seeing the two n bickering, Rosemary interjected, "Alright, I’ll make ti for both of you, no one will be left out. But now, I really need to go upstairs and work on the audio."
"Rose." Chasel called out to her urgently, "I’m sorry for the tough tis you had to endure. If I’d known she was such a nightmare, I would’ve kicked her out of the Collins family back during your school
days."
Back then, Serena’s friends were badmouthing Rosemary behind her back, and it just so happened that Myrna overheard them. Myrna told Chasel, and when he rushed to the school, he was deeply disappointed by Serena’s actions.
Serena had wept bitterly, and Chasel didn’t tell the family ultimately, giving her a chance to turn over a new leaf.
If he’d only known she would beco so twisted and unrecognizable later, he would never have been so lenient. He shouldn’t have been swayed by the sibling bond of eighteen years!
But it was too late for regrets now; his own sister had been put in danger, even risking her life.
"Let’s not dwell on it, Chasel. No one in the family could have predicted she’d turn out this way. It’s alright, I wasn’t hurt."
"Who says? Your arm’s still healing." Sean imdiately called her out, "Have you been applying the ointnt properly these past few days? If it’s too much trouble for you to do it yourself."
"Don’t worry, Sean, Roo’s been helping out."
Sean felt a sting at the ntion of that na.
"Did you hurt your arm, sis? When did this happen?" Chasel had only seen the surveillance footage in front of the unfinished building and the explosion aftermath. He was unaware what had happened how Sean rescued Rosemary and got her out of that building.
"Sean got hurt while saving , suffering hits to his head and back, and I think the scar from his heart surgery might have reopened, too." Rosemary said, then turned to Sean, "I’ll grab you so dicine later. Apply it to your wounds; it should help them heal more quickly and effectively."
"A little scrape is nothing to ." Sean hadn’t expected his sister to rember his injuries and felt even more delighted. He affectionately patted her head, "You go on with your work. Don’t worry about ;
I’m tough as nails! I’ll be fine even if a cannon ca at !"
"Wait for , Sean," Rosemary held out her hand, "My tablet, please."
Sean imdiately handed over the tablet computer he was holding.
Watching his sister walk away, Chasel couldn’t help but ask, "What’s going on here?"
His sister and Sean shared a life-and-death experience!
Does that an her bond with Sean is even deeper than his?
"Tell about the school incident first, and then I’ll fill you in on what happened between Rose and ."
Sean had heard them ntion the school incident and was curious, even a bit regretful that he hadn’t spent more ti with his sister at ho, missing out on creating more morable monts.
Rosemary had barely set foot back in her room as her phone buzzed with a call from Roo.
"What’s up?" Roo hadn’t heard from his girl in ages.
She recounted the day’s events as she told him, "Now, I’m working on so audio editing."
"Alright, you carry on," Roo said, reluctant to interrupt her flow. "I’ll call you back later."
"OK."
After she hung up, Roo’s gaze lingered on the screen.
His grandparents and parents had sent him nurous ssages, incessantly asking if he had invited Rose over for the McMillian family’s dinner, whether Rose had accepted, whether she had any other
holiday plans, whether they could take Rose on a trip abroad, what to get for her gift, and what she’d been into lately.
But they hadn’t received any replies from Roo. And Phillip was the first to call.
"What on earth are you busy with?" Philip couldn’t wait to see Rosemary!
"I’ll ask Rose once she’s done," Roo replied.
As soon as Phillip heard Rose was busy, he said, "The New Year is just around the corner, and the sweet girl is still swamped? Is it work-related? And you, as her fiancé, can’t even help her out and just waited around! What about all the effort the McMillian family has put into training you over the years?
You can’t even take so of her workload? That’s not what I’d call a competent fiancé!"
Roo was speechless.
"It’s already so late in this month! And she’s so young to be carrying such heavy burdens," Phillip sighed, feeling sorry for her. "We can’t just tell her to drop everything and live a life of leisure or she
would find life aningless. How can we get her to take a break, to live for herself?"
If she were willing to live it up and spend money without a care, Roo would be thrilled.
But he knew Rose’s nature; she would never stop on her own.
"She knows her limits. Once she’s done, I’ll talk to her."
"Just remind her not to overwork, to stay hydrated, and to have soone bring her so fruit or sothing. Don’t let her wear herself out! The New Year is almost here."
Phillip went on with his advice and before hanging up, he sighed to his wife, "The girl’s still busy,perhaps we should encourage our contacts to place so larger orders after the holidays, let her earn a bit more, a bit faster."
Perhaps then, Rose would hit her target and take a breathe?
Even a few days’ rest would be sothing!
Roo was about to tell the old man not to interfere with Rose’s work when the line went dead, leaving only the dial tone.
After finishing her audio work, Rosemary barely had a mont to herself before she heard an urgent knocking at her door.
"Ms. Rose, the old master fainted from anger upon hearing about Serena’s actions..."
Rosemary opened the door, confused. She thought her grandfather had known about Serena’s misdeeds days ago, why would he suddenly pass out now?
"It’s Bernard and Cornelia, they’ve arrived," said the breathless servant.
Rosemary had an inkling of what was happening and hastened downstairs.
The servant followed. Still panting, she added, "The old master and his wife have been here over an hour. Chasel and Sean said you were upstairs dealing with things, so we didn’t call you. They wanted to wait until you were done to invite you down."
But they hadn’t anticipated that the old couple would react so strongly upon hearing Serena’s misdeeds—Bernard with fainting due to anger, and Cornelia with ongoing silent tears.
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