Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1097 Chapter 1098: Despite every conflict that once stood between them, Rosanna was still his sister by blood, bound to him in ways nothing could sever. It is natural for parents to hold their children close, and just as natural for children to carry love for their parents, no matter the hardships. "Rosanna... thank you. I truly mean it." Jarrod's eyes grew misty, and his voice broke with emotion. "Alright then. I'll be waiting for you at the hospital." At that moment, Rosanna angrily tossed her phone aside after the call ended.

Warmth spread to her cheeks while a storm lingered in her expression. With her hands balled into fists, she spun around to glare at Austen's broad frame looming behind her. Her tone came out sharp and edged with anger. "Austen, everything has gone off track," she said coldly. "Richard and Sandra haven't died. They are indeed fortunate." Bitter resentment dripped from Rosanna's voice. In that instant, she ripped away her carefully crafted mask of terror and concern.

Her features transformed into something cold and merciless, radiating venomous hatred like a predator revealing razor-sharp fangs. "They absolutely cannot be permitted to survive," she declared with chilling resolve. The current circumstances spelled disaster for Rosanna's schemes. The catastrophe she'd orchestrated should have delivered Richard and Sandra straight to their graves. Should Richard recover, he might expose her impersonation of "Maia." Rosanna knew well that such a revelation wouldn't merely destroy her elaborate plans but would drag her into catastrophic consequences.

Rosanna twisted around to face Austen, her voice taking on a pleading tone. "Austen, please stop what you're doing. I'm begging you. I can't continue right now. I need to reach the hospital and assess the real situation." Austen, whose aroused desire had been broken by the earlier phone call, felt his excitement evaporate completely. Positioned directly behind her, he'd caught every damning word of that conversation. Rising to his feet, he gazed down at her with darkened eyes, though his tone remained mockingly light. "Your distressed performance nearly had me fooled.

Who would have imagined you orchestrated this entire accident?" Step into new worlds at g Ɐ lnσ ν ℓs․conn "What other choice did I have? They're my biological parents... I had to project grief and worry... otherwise, how could I possibly earn Jarrod's trust?" Rosanna arched her eyebrows before continuing, "Besides, only through such acting can I convince Jarrod this incident has nothing to do with me. It's all Maia's fault; she's the one responsible for the crash. I've already crafted my approach with Jarrod.

He'll become a perfect puppet in my grand design." A cunning smile crossed her features. "Naturally... the essential condition is ensuring Richard and Sandra can never speak again." Austen stared at her for several seconds before suddenly laughing. "You really are ruthless! Honestly, I'm worried that one day, you'll do the same to me." "How could you even think that? Austen, don't tease me like that," Rosanna purred, moving closer with sultry calculation. "I'm already yours completely; you mustn't doubt my loyalty." Meanwhile, at Wront Central Hospital.

Evening had settled over the medical complex. . . .