Chapter 402


    “Why?” Lillian couldn’t understand, and in fact, Callum didn’t need to get involved in this mess at


    all.


    Moreover, from a business perspective, the White family’s ventures were now expanding to the part


    of Strico. It should have been the right time for them to build a good rtionship with Jonathan. If


    Callum offended Jonathan now, the White family’s future development in Strico might encounter


    many obstacles.


    “If I tell you that I don’t care who I offend for your sake, would you believe me?” Callum gazed at


    Lillian and asked.


    In an instant, Lillian felt herself in a daze, as if something was surging in her chest.


    “How much of what he’s saying is the truth, and how much is a lie?” she contemted.


    Yet, at this very moment, an overwhelming urge to believe his words seemed to consume her.


    Listening to the butler’s report, Carlos learned that Lillian and Callum had already departed from the


    mansion, and hisplexion finally showed a slight improvement.


    “Today has been quite chaotic. It appears that everyone wanted to be part of themotion!” he


    mused.


    However, what concerned Carlos the most at that moment was Jonathan. Since his return from


    outside, Jonathan had been in the kitchen for a full three hours!


    Jonathan stood there, motionless in front of a cake that was nearlyplete, staring at it the entire


    time, leaving people to wonder what was going through his mind.


    Carlos couldn’t make sense of it either. He pondered, “Why would Mr. Youngblood, who clearly


    loves Rosalie so much, suddenly end their rtionship today? Could it be due to…. the incident


    with that psychologist earlier that led to an argument between them? Or… Is there some other


    reason?”


    However, deep down, he understood that no matter the cause, it was not something he, as a


    subordinate, should inquire about.


    Suddenly, Carlos saw Jonathan, who had remained still in the kitchen, raise his hand, refill the


    pastry bag with buttercream frosting, and then… begin decorating the partially finished cake with


    delicate buttercream flowers.


    “What is… Mr. Youngblood trying to do?” Carlos wondered,


    Carlos watched in astonishment until he witnessed Jonathan finishing the cake’s decoration and


    meticulously positioning 28 candles on it, one by one.


    Then, he lit the candles!


    It was as if he was celebrating someone’s birthday!


    “Is Mr. Youngblood lighting the candles for Rosalie? But the problem is, didn’t they break up? And


    Rosalie isn’t even here!” Carlos thought.


    What Carlos witnessed next was Jonathan blowing out the candles and carefully removing them


    one by one from the cake.


    Afterward, he picked up a small spoon and began savoring the cake, one-spoonful at a time.


    “Mr. Youngblood!” Carlos couldn’t hold back and spoke up. “This cake has been sitting out at room


    temperature for quite a while. Eating it like this could make you sick…”


    “Yeah, it has been out for a bit,” Jonathan muttered softly, then continued to eat the cake, bite by


    bite.


    It felt like some sort of ritual.


    The rest of Carlos’ words seemed to get lodged in his throat, and he found himself unable to utter


    another word.


    Time crept by, and eventually, Jonathan finished the entire cake. “Carlos, do you ever think there


    could be someone who has the power to determine whether I live or die?”


    “Huh?” Carlos was caught off guard, not anticipating Jonathan to raise such a question out of the


    blue. “Well no… That’s highly unlikely.”


    “I share your belief. It’s highly unlikely,” Jonathan agreed.


    “So, there’s no need to dwell on or remember that woman anymore. Let’s just pretend I never loved


    her. From now on, I don’t have to worry or fear so much. I don’t need to concern myself with


    whether she goes to Calvin’s side, and I definitely don’t need to specte about how much room


    Calvin holds in her heart. I won’t replicate my father’s mistakes, and I won’t let myself be as


    wretched and forlorn as a stray dog just for the sake of loving someone. Absolutely not!” Jonathan


    said to himself in his mind.


    Then Jonathan finally left the kitchen and ascended the stairs to the second floor by himself.


    Caklos watched Jonathan’s retreating figure with mixed emotions.


    “If, by any chance, there truly is someone in this world who could have control over Mr.


    Youngblood’s life and death…”


    Carlos pondered. Strangely, at that very moment, Rosalie’s name shed through his mind.


    The next day, when Rosalie woke up, she saw an exquisitely wrapped gift box on her bedside. It


    was the birthday present Lillian and Callum had given her the previous day.


    However,st night, she hadn’t opened it.


    Rosalie sat up slowly and unwrapped the package. Inside, she found a delicate little doll that


    somewhat resembled her, dressed in awyer’s outfit and looking incredibly adorable.


    There was also a handwritten greeting card inside the box from Lillian that read: [Wishing my


    dearest Rosalie a lifetime of happiness and joy as you chase your dreams! PS: Give the doll’s left


    palm a little press for a surprise!]


    “Dreams… and happiness? Will I ever have them again?” Rosalie pondered.


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    Rosalie’s hand found a small button on the doll’s left palm.


    She gently pressed it, and the doll’s body produced a voice, saying, “I want to be a great


    lawyer, fighting for the justice in my heart. Haha, I hope that those who seek my assistance in the


    future will view choosing me as theirwyer as a wise choice, once their legal battles have


    concluded!”


    It was her own voice!


    Those were the words she had once spoken!


    Rosalie looked at the doll in her hand with astonishment.


    She vaguely recalled that this happened when she had just joined thew firm, and Lillian hade


    to celebrate with her. Amidst their animated conversation, Lillian had taken out her phone and


    recorded a video.


    At that moment, Rosalie had spoken those words to the camera.


    She simply hadn’t anticipated that Lillian would preserve this video all these years, extract her voice


    from it, and embed it inside this doll.


    The doll in Rosalie’s hand suddenly held a deeper significance.


    Meeting Lillian in her lifetime was perhaps the greatest stroke of luck she had ever experienced!


    When Lillian arrived at the inn to find Rosalie, thetter had already freshened up and changed into


    clean clothes.


    “Today is a normal work day. You didn’t have toe to keep mepany. I’m perfectly fine now,”


    Rosalie remarked.


    “What are you talking about? Besides, I’ve already taken a day off today, and even if I return to work


    now, they’ll still deduct my leave pay,” Lillian responded, noticing the opened gift box and the doll


    ced on the bedside.


    “You’ve already seen the gift? Gee, I was actually nning to open it together with you!” Lillian


    expressed a tinge of regret. Rosalie smiled gently. “I really like this gift. Thank you, Lillian.”


    “I’m d you like it!” Lillian replied, observing Rosalie’splexion, which appeared healthy with no


    signs of dark circles. “What are your ns for the future?”


    “I’ll begin by finding a ce to live. I can’t stay in this small inn indefinitely. Today, I n to visit a


    real estate agency to search for a suitable rental home. Once I’m settled, I’ll head to thew firm


    and explore opportunities for a suitable job,” Rosalie outlined her intentions.