Chapter 143


    “Every word that leaves your mouth is about your mother, yet I don’t see you treating your sister


    well. I guess it’s no wonder you’re your mother’s dearest daughter!” Gordon uttered angrily and


    dashed straight into the room. He came out shortly with a photo album in hand.


    Rosalie froze. The album belonged to Tracy and contained many photos of them together.


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    Gordon instantly produced a lighter and used it to light up the album “Since you can’t seem to


    tolerate your sister leading at good life, you don’t need to have this. Your mother wouldn’t even want


    a daughter like you!”


    The album started to burn and Gordon threw it onto the tile floor.


    Rosalie let out a shrick and hurriedly rolled up her sleeves, patting the mes desperately to put


    them out.


    Her thoughts were frantic. “No! I can’t let this burn! This album contains the memories Mother left


    me as well as her sentiments! I have to save it from being destroyed!”


    She had no idea how long she’d been screaming subconsciously. All she knew was to keep tapping


    the mes with both hands non-stop with all her might to extinguish the fire. Rosalie barely even


    registered her hands being burnt.


    It was as if she’d lost her mind.


    Gordon. Caitlin, and Loretta were also taken aback by her behavior.


    Rosalie only realized her face was drenched with tears as she stared at the charred and tattered


    photo album when the fire was finally extinguished.


    She staggered forward to hold the alburn against her chest and looked up coldly at the person she


    was to address as her father.


    This man had the guts to sloppily treat the belongings of his deceased wife, a woman whom he’d


    once sworn an oath to stand by for the rest of his life. This proved she no longer meant anything to


    him.


    It turned out that love would eventually be depleted by time till not even sentiments were left.


    Her elegantly pretty face was washed with tears and in a mess, but her almond eyes red at


    Gordon coldly.


    Gordon was slightly shaken by her daughter’s gaze but tried his best to appear dignified. “W-Who


    taught you to look at your father like that? So what if I want to burn this photo album?”


    Rosalie suddenly smiled, but her eyes turned even frostier. “If Mom were still alive now, she would


    definitely wonder why she married a bastard like you!”


    “Mind your tongue!” Gordon was so furious that he raised his hand and pped Rosalie hard.


    Rosalie stumbled a few steps back at the force of it before she narrowly got her bearings. She still


    clung on tightly to the battered photo album in her embrace.


    “You don’t deserve to be her husband! If you still had any amount of affection for her, you wouldn’t


    have burned this!” Rosalie spoke with irony.


    She turned around with unstable feet and made her way out of the Leighton residence step by step


    with the photo album in hand.


    The three individuals inside the house exchanged helpless nces.


    “How could you just light it up like that? Imagine what would have happened if she hadn’t put out


    the fire in time, and it burned her skin? It would have endangered her life.” Caitlin uttered fearfully.


    “As if it were so easy to get scalded.” Gordon’s anger had yet to subside, and he felt his daughter


    had trampled on his authority as a father. “She would have deserved the burns anyhow!”


    “But isn’t she and Jonathan an item now? Wouldn’t she tell on us to him and then exact revenge?”


    Caitlin was worried.


    “As if!” Gordon red. “I’m still her father, regardless of what happens. I will prevent her from ever


    finding her mother’s grave if she dares to plot revenge against us!”


    Loretta’s head was lowered while she stood at the side. Her gaze flickered briefly as shemented


    that Rosalie hadn’t been burnt by the fire just now.


    It would haveforted her if Rosalie’s face had ended up disfigured by the tire, as Calvin would


    never set his eyes upon such a woman


    “What a pity!” Loretta sighed internally.


    Rosalie had no clue how she reached the bottom floor, as every step she took required all her


    strength.


    Her hands clutching the photo album kept trembling as her emotions were still riled up.


    At this moment, shecked the courage to flip through it and see how many photos had been


    destroyed.


    Those were all memories of her and her mother.


    A figure stalked toward her while she approached the residential area’s entrance.


    An anxious voice tinged with barely concealed concern rang out above her head. “What happened


    to you?”


    She felt a shadow looming above her and a pair of hands supporting her body that was on the


    verge of copsing.


    “Who is it? Who’s the one supporting me?” she wondered to herself.


    Rosalie slowly raised her head and was greeted by a stunning pair of eyes resembling an alluring


    peach blossom. Its beauty was capable of taking one’s breath away. Like obsidian, their dark pupils


    were bottomless and indecipherable, which reflected the light.


    “What’s wrong?” His shapely brows furrowed upon noticing her tear-stained face, and his heart


    twisted.


    She looked at him in a daze and abruptly smiled tragically. “Jon…” she murmured the name. She


    couldn’t remember thest time she referred to him in such a manner


    It felt like an eternity ago, despite it being several months.


    All she saw at that moment was Jon. The one whom she’d depended on for survival, the one she


    could rely on, and the one she shared her warmth with.


    His expression froze briefly before he replied softly. “I’m here.”


    “Jon, l-I’m so tired…” she murmured. There was no more strength left in her body to take another


    step or even cry.


    He bent down to carry her bridal style and walked toward a nearby car.


    Shey quietly in his arms and did not struggle like before, just like a silent doll.


    His eyesnded on the half-burnt photo album in her arms while carrying her into the car.


    His eyes narrowed swiftly as itnded on her arms, and he instructed the driver to change directions


    and head to the hospital.


    “What’s wrong? What happened?” Jonathan inquired.


    Nheless, Rosalie refused to answer and held on tightly to the photo album in her arms.


    -An inexplicable pain spread in his chest. He would have insisted on apanying her back home


    no matter what if he’d


    known that it turn out like this.


    A ghostly gleam shed across his eyes at the thought.


    Jonathan stepped out of the car while carrying Rosalie once they arrived at the hospital entrance


    and hurried to the


    emergency room.