Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 227: Hurriedly, he reassured her, saying, "Rosanna, don't say things like that! None of this is your fault - Maia's the one who betrayed us, deliberately hiding the truth to embarrass our family."

Considering their current crisis, Jarrod grew increasingly bitter. "Maia must have earned a fortune as K over the years, but she hid every penny from us. She clearly never intended to share!"

"Enough!" Richard retorted sharply. "The Morgan family hasn't sunk low enough to need Maia's money!" He closed his eyes, briefly calming himself.

Moments later, Richard's eyes flashed with cold determination. "She thinks she can simply walk away after everything we've done for her? If Maia wants a war, we'll give her one." "Give her one - she won't get away with humiliating the Morgan family so easily. We'll settle this once and for all!"

Richard called the housekeeper over and said, "Go find every single expense we covered for Maia while she lived under our roof. I want a full list."

Sandra pressed her lips together before turning to Richard. "Even if Maia repays every dime, it won't erase what she did to Rosanna today. Maia might be riding high in the entertainment world right now, but what about our Rosanna?"

Richard let out a bitter laugh and added, "So she writes a few catchy songs and suddenly thinks she's unstoppable? The entertainment world chews people up faster than ever. Let's see how long she lasts." His gaze darkened as he sat up straighter. "And let's not forget. She's a former inmate. Does she really think she can glide through the entertainment business untouched? The moment the right people catch wind of her past, she'll be out faster than she can blink."

Determination hardened Richard's voice. Every word he spoke sounded like a judgment being handed down.

Hearing him fueled Sandra's satisfaction. If Rosanna's dreams had been crushed, then Maia's deserved to burn right alongside them.

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Eager to pour more venom into the wound, Sandra leaned forward, her voice loud and scathing. "Exactly! No matter how much she hides it, Maia's criminal record is set in stone. How can a heartless, selfish girl with a past like hers have any place under the spotlight? She never deserved a single ounce of her success!"

No matter how much she tried to make sense of it, Sandra couldn't understand. After seventeen years of living together, shouldn't there have been some warmth? Some loyalty? Anything at all? But Maia had only pushed the Morgan family further and further away.

Her chest tightening with bitterness, Sandra added through clenched teeth, "I never thought Maia would grow into someone like this. We gave her seventeen years of care, spent money, spent time, and now that she's earning her own fortune, she turns her back on us. Worse yet, she drags the Morgan family down with her. It's like a knife to the heart!"

Frustration boiled over, and a few tears slipped down Sandra's face.

Richard, feeling the weight of it too, let out a weary sigh.

Sandra wiped her cheeks and turned to Rosanna. She clasped her hand gently and said in a softer voice, "Rosanna, you're the true light of this family. You're the one who deserves the spotlight."

Her fingers tightened around Rosanna's hand as she said with fierce conviction, "You are our future. It doesn't matter that you stumbled this time. There are better, brighter places for you to stand out. This industry is shallow and cruel. They don't deserve your talent. For now, stay quiet online and out of the public eye. Let me handle the mess."

Lowering her voice to a whisper, she added, "When the chaos dies down, you must marry Vince without delay. That's the path that will secure everything for you. Do you understand?"

With a shaky breath, Rosanna nodded, her resentment toward Maia carving itself even deeper into her heart.

At long last, she had broken free from the slums and found her real parents. A new chapter of her life, bright and full of promise, had only just begun.

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