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Chapter 751: "Complete silence." The three of them slumped against the couch, weighed down by an oppressive guilt that seemed to drain their very souls. Suffocating tension filled the room. Eventually, their anxiety boiled over into accusations. Each began blaming the others for failing to believe Maia back then. Fingers pointed as they argued over who was truly responsible for driving her away. "She wouldn't actually cut us off completely, would she...?" Sandra's voice cracked with uncertainty, tears threatening to spill from her reddened eyes.

"And now you're worried about that?" Richard's voice dripped with scorn. "If you hadn't been so quick to believe every lie Rosanna fed you, we wouldn't be drowning in this mess." "Don't you dare!" Sandra's eyes blazed as she fired back. "You were the first one screaming about cutting ties with Maia! You practically shoved her out the door yourself, calling her an ungrateful brat every chance you got!" "You..." Richard's face turned crimson, words failing him completely. "Enough!" Jarrod's voice cracked like a whip as he shot to his feet.

"What's the point of this pathetic blame game?" Richard and Sandra both froze, their heated argument dying in their throats as they stared at him. "Every single person in this family is guilty!" Jarrod's voice turned ice-cold. "But if we're ranking who deserves the most blame, you both know exactly who it should be." Bitterness seeped into his tone. "All of this destruction comes back to one person - Rosanna, that manipulative snake. She's the poison that drove Maia away.

Who knows how she's doing now?" Sandra's mind immediately flashed back to that terrible night - the night she and Richard had drugged Rosanna and delivered her to the Nelson family like a package. Start your next adventure at gαℓησvℓs․com Guilt twisted in her stomach. She looked away, unable to speak. Richard, however, let out a harsh laugh. "What could possibly happen to that little schemer? She's living like a queen in the Nelson mansion - what hardships could she possibly face there? Axell worships the ground she walks on.

They're probably already planning their-" Jarrod's expression darkened at Richard's callous words. His jaw clenched with barely contained rage. "So Rosanna destroys our entire family, and her reward is living in luxury? Where's the justice in that? How ironic!" "Stop bringing Rosanna up, Jarrod. We've done our duty by giving her stability." Sandra exhaled slowly, fatigue weighing down her words. She turned to Jarrod, her voice cold. "From that night on, she was no longer a daughter of the Morgan family.

That's the price she has to pay." In the master bedroom of the Nelson family estate, Rosanna curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. Her tears had dried hours ago, leaving her throat too raw for even whispers. Last night, the drugs had dulled everything. Now the effects were wearing off, and sharp pain tore through her body like fire, reminding her of what had happened in the dark. . . .