Chapter 912


    Guillermo walked to Rosalie a little hesitantly, looking somewhat troubled.


    “What’s wrong, Guille?” Rosalie looked at Guillermo puzzledly.


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    Guillermo’s face was tense, and hisplexion was slightly red. Then, Guillermo unexpectedly


    hugged Rosalie and kissed her on the cheek. “Mommy, I… I… missed… missed you so much…”


    Once Guillermo said that, his face turned even redder. After all, it was his first time saying such


    things in front of so many people.


    But after saying this, Guillermo saw the joyful, excited smile on his mother’s face and suddenly felt


    that it wasn’t so bad to say it either.


    “If mommy likes it, then… I will tell her often in the future, but if she wants me to do it like Jen, it’ll


    be… a bit more difficult,” he pondered.


    Meanwhile, another little boy was watching this scene from the side. He had seen this woman


    before and knew that she was Jennifer’s mother.


    “She’s also the woman Mommy hates!” he thought.


    Once, his mother told him that he and Jennifer would never be friends. At that time, he didn’t


    understand why, but now, he understood.


    He thought, ‘My mommy almost killed this woman. These days, people always talk bad about me


    while I’m here. Everyone knows whose child I am and what my mommy has done.


    Even the housekeeper’s child ran to me and spat at me, saying that I’m a bad person’s child, so I’ll


    definitely be a bad person in the future, too!


    Is Mommy… really a bad person? I think so… but she’s still my mommy. This can’t be changed.’


    He remembered that at that time, Jennifer rushed over and party’s spit to also spatter on her new


    beautiful pink dress.


    Stood in front of him, causing the other


    The housekeeper’s child was so scared that his face turned pale, and he couldn’t say a word.


    Several other onlooking children of housekeepers also dared not speak.


    Yet, Jennifer said in a crisp and loud voice, “It’s not him who did something bad. It’s his mommy’s


    fault! He is not a bad kid, and he will never be a bad person in the future either!”


    With that, she took his hand and headed straight back to her room.


    The girl looked at the soiled dress on her with slight regret. “What a pity. I liked this dress a lot.”


    For once, the boy apologized, “I’m sorry.”


    However, she blinked in confusion. “Why are you saying sorry? You’re not the one who spat on my


    dress.” “If you didn’t help me-”


    “I did it willingly,” she interrupted.


    Thereafter, a housekeeper helped her get another dress and put it on, whereas the current him had


    no idea that this pink dress would be so deeply branded into his memory just like that.


    After she got changed, she took him to y the piano.


    Lately, Jennifer loved ying the piano with him most, and he also marveled at her piano skills. The


    boy’s piano teacher once said that the boy was a great talent.


    But now, he felt that she seemed to be more talented than him.


    Although he could y all the notes perfectly, his tune never seemed to sound as melodious as


    hers. He wondered if this was what his teacher meant by putting emotions into it.


    At the end of the song, he asked in a low voice, “Why did you rush out, block that spit, and speak up


    for


    me?”


    “You’re my friend. Of course, I have to help you! Besides, it was clearly their fault. You didn’t do


    what your mommy did! How could they speak badly about you?” she answered matter-of-factly.


    He thought, “Friend? We were never friends!” He looked at her in a daze.


    09:36


    Right then, in the living room of the Youngblood residence, Rosalie looked at Yvette’s son and


    couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.


    Little did she expect that the highly-talented-in-piano little boy she once admired was Yvette’s son.


    “You’re Felix, right? We’ve met before. I’m the mommy of Guille and Jen. You can call me Ms.


    Leighton,” said Rosalie.


    She didn’t want to involve the grudges of the previous generation in the next generation. Since


    Jennifer insisted on keeping this child in the Youngblood residence, Rosalie hoped that he could get


    along with everyone peacefully here without hatred in his heart.


    Fortunately, she didn’t spot any hatred or anger in Felix’s eyes at present. There were, however,


    traces of


    nervousness.


    “If you have anything to say to me, you can say it,” Rosalie prompted.


    Hence, Felix said, “I want to see my mommy.”


    Jonathan’s eyes immediately narrowed, but he heard Rosalie say, “Okay, I’ll help you arrange to


    meet your mommy for a bit.”


    When they returned to the bedroom, Jonathan queried, “Are you really going to let that boy see


    Yvette?” “Felix is innocent. He just misses his mother,” replied Rosalie. “Moreover, if I don’t agree,


    he might just do something we can’t expect in an attempt to see Yvette.”


    “In that case, I’ll go make arrangements,” Jonathan said.


    s, to everyone’s shock, before Felix could see Yvette, the news of her taking her own life in the


    detention center came.


    The tool Yvette used to suicide was an iron awl. No one knew how it got to Yvette’s hands, but she


    decisively stabbed this awl hard into her chest.


    Even after examining Yvette’s body, the forensic doctor expressed that her willingness to take her


    own life was likely extremely strong, and her action was exceedingly determined!


    What left an even deeper impression on everyone was that when Yvette died, there was still a smile


    on her lips as if all this was a sort of relief for her.


    Rosalie was stunned for a while upon hearing the news.


    She thought, ‘Yvette Hamilton, whopletely changed my fate, actually took her own life just like


    this? Then again, she used to be a popr celebrity. If she really went on trial, the media would


    likely flood the news regarding her again. There’s no way someone like Yvette can endure it.


    Instead of letting herself appear in public in her most pathetic state, she’d rather die by her own


    hand.’


    Rosalie had no sympathy for Yvette’s death at all; the only one she pitied was Felix.


    When she informed Felix about it, Felix’s little body trembled, and the color instantaneously drained


    from his face. Still, he didn’t cry and instead asked Rosalie, “May I see my mommy?”


    Rosalie stared at Felix, thinking, “A five-year-old child should more or less already understand what


    life and death mean. Is it really appropriate to let a child see a corpse, let alone it being his


    mother’s?”


    “May I?” Felix peered at Rosalie with his clear eyes.