Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1102 Chapter 1103: "Jarrod, tell me quickly, how are Mom and Dad?" Rosanna asked anxiously. Before Jarrod could even respond, she rushed to Sandra's bedside and knelt on the floor. "Mom, it's me, Rosanna. What happened to you? Please open your eyes and look at me!" Rosanna's eyes shifted to Richard, who lay entangled in tubes, and she said, "Dad, what's going on with you both? Just a few days ago, everything seemed fine. Why did you suddenly drive all the way to that place?" Tears blurred her vision as Rosanna finally turned toward Jarrod, her voice breaking.

"Jarrod, tell me honestly, what have the doctors said? Is there any chance Mom and Dad will wake up?" Beyond the door, Austen stood quietly, watching through the narrow glass pane. Silently, he clapped for Rosanna's excellent performance. "Those acting skills... truly, Rosanna, the Academy owes you a golden trophy," he muttered silently, a sly grin tugging at his mouth. Within the room, Jarrod clenched his hands tighter, his gaze fixed on his sister's tear-streaked face. In that moment, he recognized how unfairly he had treated her before.

Blood, after all, bound them closer than anything else ever could. Even if Rosanna had stumbled into reckless choices and hurt others, Maia included, she remained his younger sister. "I'm sorry... for the way I treated you before," Jarrod said at last. Instead of pulling away, Rosanna clasped his hands and shook her head. "Jarrod, let's put the past behind us. I made choices that brought consequences, and I have no one to blame but myself. This isn't the moment to dwell on that. Please, just tell me what the doctor said." Her voice tightened as her eyes locked firmly on his.

For a brief instant, Jarrod felt lighter, convinced that Rosanna was right. The past had to stay buried. Even so, the words she wanted weighed heavily on his tongue. Only after a long pause, pressed by the urgency in Rosanna's gaze, did he manage to speak. "The doctor believes the chances of Mom and Dad waking are very slim. They're in something close to a coma now." Fresh content live now gⱯlnσνs․com The moment she heard those words, Rosanna slipped her hands away from Jarrod's and took a slow step back. Her head bowed, and her hair fell forward like a curtain of grief.

Her shoulders quivered, painting the picture of someone crushed under unbearable sorrow. What no one could see was the truth. Behind that veil of hair, Rosanna shook not from despair, but from a surge of hidden excitement. A wide smile stretched across her face. Coma-like state! To her, it was the perfect outcome. It was unexpectedly great news... Rosanna breathed a sigh of relief. As long as her parents didn't wake up, the truth would be buried forever. Every ounce of effort she had poured into her display for Jarrod had paid off.

With Richard and Sandra unable to awaken, she was spared the dangerous task of silencing them in the hospital. . . .