Chapter 32 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• Rosalind went sobbing. Rosalind would act every time she came around, which is why the maids disliked her. She would then sob as they left. Seated rigidly on the couch, Justin gazed at the frayed suit, seemingly lost in thought. It's late, Young Master Justin. Warm up some milk before going to bed. Wilma entered to provide him with a warm milk glass. She could not help but groan as she noticed the damaged garment. "How unfortunate." Her remarks also had another meaning. "Watch Rose closely the next time she is here, and don't let her study or enter my room. "Anna's room as well," Justin muttered.
• Young Master, don't be alarmed. Of course, I'll keep an eye on her! Fortunately, I had closed the young madam's door today, Wilma remarked. If not, Ms. Gold could sneak in and destroy it as well. "Don't say that, Wilma. Rose doesn't mean any harm. I owe her for the last three years, after all." How is the young lady doing? What went wrong for the young madam? The young lady was divorced by you. Do you not have sympathy for her? Wilma became agitated because she thought Anna was being treated unfairly. "Grandpa made me do it back then. She was under no obligation to wed me if she so desired. "Are you suggesting that the young lady caused it on her own?" Justin's pale lips were pursed. "You ought to get into bed early. I will not annoy you.
• With a glum expression on her face, Wilma departed the room, even taking the milk glass with her. Hissing, Justin's eyes widened a little. Is she mad at me? he wondered to himself. That milk appealed to me to drink. When was Wilma bribed by Anna? What a cunning lady! With embarrassment, Rosalind went back home and brought the awful news with her. The Gold family would be in total disarray if the Salvador family hadn't supported them. The Gold family would have a hard time recovering. What does that mean, Justin? He tells you over and over again that he loves you, but he never acts on it! Does he believe we're easily defeated? Zeke broke the ashtray apart. His red eyes became intensely furious.