Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 694: "Forgive myself for believing every word that came out of her mouth, for pushing Maia away with my own two hands." Sandra brushed tears from her cheeks, her voice raw and broken. "Yes, Rosanna deceived us, made terrible choices, but she remains our flesh and blood..." "I have no daughter by that name!" Richard's eyes blazed crimson with fury. "I wish the police had been wrong all those years ago... I wish Maia could be our biological daughter." "Yet Maia has already turned her back on us!" Sandra's chest tightened as she drew a shuddering breath, meeting her husband's gaze.

"Remember, we still have a son. Jarrod carries the Morgan legacy now. Rosanna is our only hope to save him! Let's just give her to Axell, so that Jarrod can be released. And this arrangement could salvage what's left of her future. At least she won't waste away in the gutter, humiliating herself like some common wretch!" For a mother to say such words, it showed how deeply disappointed she was in her own daughter. Richard's knuckles whitened as he absorbed her reasoning. He was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. "You're right. We can't abandon Rosanna to the streets.

She's still useful to our family." Fear gnawed at Richard. Today's spectacle might poison Axell's intentions. "We should deliver her to Axell tonight, before complications arise." Sandra's agreement came without hesitation. Together, they approached their daughter's rain-soaked figure. At the sound of approaching footsteps, Rosanna lifted her head. Recognition flickered across her features, and something fragile sparked within her vacant stare. The last of her composure crumbled as she dropped to her knees. Lаτєѕτ chɒρτєrs ιn glovєls.

Palms pressed against the cold pavement, Rosanna buried her face as rain mingled with her tears. Then came the sound - raw, primal sobbing that echoed like a lost child's desperate plea. "Dad... Mom... forgive me, please? I know how badly I've failed you. I won't fight Maia anymore... I won't keep destroying everything I touch..." Rosanna's sobs turned desperate as she crawled forward, clutching at Sandra's leg. "From now on, I'll become everything you wanted me to be... Please, forgive me, okay?

I swear I'll change..." Sandra remained motionless in the downpour, her frame quaking with suppressed emotion. Something vicious twisted around her heart, squeezing until she could barely breathe. Words formed on her lips, yet "forgive" refused to escape her throat. . . .