Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 527: Meanwhile, Richard's fury reached its boiling point. He was now convinced that Vince hadn't come to make peace; he'd come to mock them. Sandra couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "Vince, how could you humiliate Rosanna like this? She's your fiancée!" she cried, her voice sharp with disbelief. She then shot a glare at Maia. No wonder she had agreed to come to this birthday party so easily. She must have had ulterior motives! Was this her plan? To humiliate the Morgan family right in the middle of the celebration?

From somewhere in the crowd, a voice whispered, "He didn't even bring anything for Rosanna - only for Maia. He's deliberately embarrassing her." Another guest added, "Didn't Ms. Watson already reject him before? Why's he still hovering around her like that? It's pathetic." Hearing the gossip swirl, Claudius gave a subtle frown and cleared his throat, silencing the murmurs around him. Vince, however, seemed deaf to it all. He stood frozen, his attention fixed solely on Maia, completely oblivious to the stares and sneers. Just then, Jarrod strolled up to Rosanna, a pleasant grin on his face.

He reached into a box and pulled out a sleek designer handbag. "Happy birthday, Rosanna. This one's for you." Relief softened her expression at the sight of the gift. It wasn't quite as impressive as what Claudius or Vince had offered earlier, but it was still a luxury item, and in this crowd, that meant she could save some face. She mustered a polite smile. As unreliable as Jarrod could be, he'd always treated her kindly in his own way. Every birthday, he showed up with trendy bags and the newest fashion pieces - never extravagant, but always thoughtful.

"Thanks, Jarrod," Rosanna said gently, the smile on her lips more genuine now. : gⲁν⧿ⅽ But before the warmth could settle, Jarrod had already spun on his heel, heading straight for Maia with another gift box in hand. Jarrod awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, his ears tinged slightly red, as he produced a delicate jar of scar-softening ointment. He carefully extended it toward Maia, his voice gentle and uncertain. "Um, it took me quite a bit of effort to get hold of this.

I just hope it can help you." His gaze softened as it lingered on the faint scar tracing Maia's arm, an unfamiliar ache stirring within him. After a hesitant moment, he spoke earnestly. "Maia, I know I've made mistakes - I hurt you badly in the past, but all that's behind us now. Can't we start fresh? If you return to the Morgan family, you'll always be my sister." Rosanna stared wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, utterly stunned by Jarrod's sudden sincerity. She wasn't alone - even Richard and Sandra wore expressions of genuine shock.

Jarrod, who was notorious for never offering apologies, was actually humbling himself before Maia. It was like seeing snow in summer. Suddenly, an observant socialite gasped aloud, "Wait, isn't that 'Velabloom'? That legendary ointment that's guaranteed to erase scars completely?" "I heard it was completely sold out months ago! The demand was astronomical - it was impossible to find anywhere!" "That's right. I even tried reaching out to someone at the Skin Research Institute and got turned down. They said the ingredients were incredibly rare, making production extremely limited.

How on earth did Jarrod manage to get his hands on one?" "Who said Jarrod and Maia were on bad terms? Would anyone go to such lengths for someone they didn't care deeply about? Do you realize how coveted this scar-softening ointment is? It doesn't just remove scars - it leaves your skin incredibly soft, almost like velvet. Women everywhere would die for a jar!" Excited chatter rose around them, everyone fully aware of how precious the item was. Claudius lifted an intrigued brow, stood up gracefully, and cast an interested glance toward the elegant wooden box in Jarrod's grasp.

The container bore a distinctive circular emblem, the name "Velabloom" etched elegantly within. . . .