Chapter 68


    Chapter 68


    Just at that moment, Luke’s impatient voice buzzed through the phone, “Why didn’t you ask Rosalie to


    withdraw the case at the police station so that Daniel and the rest could be released?”


    *Release? What release? It was their own wrongdoings, and they should stay there as long as they


    deserve!”


    “They are your children, your daughter and son. Is it necessary to do this for an outsider?”


    “What outsider? She is my granddaughter! Since her mother isn’t here, this olddy is here to support


    her!”


    “Are you nning to have no one take care of you. to jail, to support you in the future?”


    your old age? Or are you relying on your granddaughter, who has been


    The two elders argued vehemently, seemingly forgetting that the phone call was still ongoing. After a


    while, Wilma finally realized the call was still connected. “Rosalie, are you there?” she asked.


    “I’m here,” Rosalie replied.


    “I’m d to know that you are fine. Your uncles, aunts, and cousins have all been blinded by greed,


    and the things they did. were hical. You don’t need to withdraw the case. They should stay in jail as


    long as they deserve!” Wilma said in a resolute tone before ending the call.


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    Rosalie held her phone and couldn’t help crying. She thought that Wilma had called her to ask her not


    to pursue the matter further and to let Daniel. Edward, and Sarah go.


    She never expected Wilma would offer her unwavering support!


    It was just like when she was a child and her father had left her at Wilma’s house. When she was


    bullied by other kids in town and cried, Wilma would hold her hand and take her to confront the bullies


    Wilma would oftenfort her. Don’t cry, Rosalie. I’ll stand by your side. We shouldn’t bully others, but


    we can’t let others bully us either!”


    Wilma would argue with others on her behalf. If reasoning with the others didn’t work, she would even


    roll up her sleeves and act like a shrew.


    Such a sight of Wilma was cute in her eyes. In the eyes of others, Rosalie was perceived as a liability


    following her mother’s loss and her father’s remarriage.


    But in Wilma’s eyes, she was a precious treasure.


    Wilma would also often tell her that she could enjoy her life when Rosalie grew up. However, when she


    did grow up and could have given Wilma an enjoyable life, she ended up in jail.


    At first, hearing about her imprisonment, Wilma fell critically ill and had just recently recovered her


    health.


    Wilma knew that by standing on Rosalie’s side, she would be opposing Luke and likely causing a


    fallout in the family. She might even find it unbearable to stay in that house. Nevertheless, Wilma still


    chose to stand by Rosalie’s side.


    Tears continuously rolled down Rosalie’s cheeks, werting her hands and the bedsheets.


    When Jonathan walked into the ward, he saw Rosalie hugging her phone and crying inconsbly.


    He frowned and quickly walked to her bedside. He held her face and asked, “Rosie, what’s wrong? Are


    you feeling unwell?”


    She looked at him through teary eyes and shook her head.


    But her response only deepened his concern. “Rosie, what’s going on? Why are you crying like this?


    Tell me, no matter what it is, I can help you.”


    He wiped away her tears with his fingers, and when his fingertips touched her tears, they felt like they


    were burning.


    Her tears were so scorching.


    Her tears always seemed to leave him feeling helpless. As long as he could stop her tears, he would


    do everything for her.


    “Waah!” Rosalie threw herself into Jonathan’s arms and cried out loud.


    She couldn’t quite put into words why she had acted this way at that moment. It felt as though, in his


    embrace, she no longer had to hold back her pain and could release it without any restriction


    Jonathan looked down at the sobbing woman in his arms. He gently held her, letting her cry to her


    heart’s content.


    Rosalie didn’t even know how long she cried. She cried until she felt like she couldn’t cry anymore.


    Jonathan took some tissues and gently wiped the remaining tears from her face. “Can you tell me what


    happened now?”


    “It Granny,” she sniffed.


    “Is she trying to plead with you?” he asked with a slightly darkened expression.


    “No. Granny just asked if I was okay and told me not to worry about Uncle Daniel and the others. She


    said they should stay in jail as long as they deserve.” Rosalie replied with a heavy nasal voice.


    Jonathan looked somewhat surprised. “She seemed like a nice person.”


    “She has always been good to me.” Rosalie murmured. She just hadn’t realized the extent of Wilma’s


    kindness until she saw her willingness to stand against the entire family for her sake.


    “What about you? Do you intend to forgive your rtives?” Jonathan asked.


    Rosalie raised her eyes and looked at him intently.


    Jonathan continued, “If you decide to forgive them, I can arrange for their release from the police. But if


    you want to punish them seriously, I can find awyer to ensure they spend the rest of their lives


    behind bars.”


    He spoke as though it was a simple matter for him.


    Rosalie was a little stunned. As aw student, she knew that changing the nature of a case could


    drastically alter the charges.


    However, an ordinarywyer wouldn’t be able to handle such a case. If she genuinely wanted her


    rtives to spend the rest of their lives behind bars, she’d need an extraordinary attorney, one of the


    rare few capable of such a feat.


    “Who are you really? Rosalie asked. Her heart raced as soon as the words tumbled from her lips. She


    even felt like her breath had stopped involuntarily.


    Rosalie’s long eyshes trembled slightly, and Jonathan, noticing her tightly clenched fists, furrowed


    his brow. He reached out and gently uncurled her right hand, which was wrapped in bandages and


    clenched into a fist.


    “Rosie, you don’t need to be nervous. Clenching your list like that will only slow down the healing of


    your hand,” he said, noticing blood had seeped through the gauze on her palm.


    It seemed that her clenching her fist earlier had reopened her wound.


    Jonathan pressed the nurse’s bell.


    The nurse quickly arrived and, upon hearing the situation, promptly removed the bandage from


    Rosalie’s right hand. As expected, the small cuts on the palm of her hand, caused by the broken mirror


    shardsst night, were still oozing blood.


    The muted some medicated powder to stop the bleeding.