Chapter: 1769

Now, her husband neither understood nor acknowledged their collective responsibility for their actions.

"Madam..." Leyla Shaw, an elderly servant of the Moran family, approached, offering support to June.

“Leyla, was I wrong?" June sought validation from Leyla, her eyes brimming with tears.

Leyla was reserved and didn't readily engage in discussions about family matters, understanding her place as a servant. She could only open her mouth and, with sympathy, consoled her, “Madam, your commitment to the family is evident to all of us. Your husband was simply momentarily upset, and your daughter will come to understand you in future."

“But everyone is blaming me." June closed her eyes as her voice trembled uncontrollably. "Rosa will never forgive me."

“Why would she? She's is own daughter, your own flesh and blood. She wouldn't bear to blame you. She simply doesn't grasp the situation completely right now. Give her some time, and she'll eventually understand.

Moreover, you have Libby. She genuinely regards you as her mother. She's well aware of everything you've done."

Comforted, June wiped her tears. “You're right. Libby hasn't come back last night. I wonder where she could be?"

Rosa had just parked her car in the underground garage when her car's central screen lit up with an incoming call notification.

Maya sat in the passenger seat, shaking her legs. When she saw the caller's name on the screen, she smiled and said, "Mommy, it's Auntie Jeanne."

Rosa gently touched her little head and pressed the answer button on the screen, Then, Jeanne's voice came from the loudspeaker. "Rosa, where are you?"

"We're still in the car, but we've arrived home," Rosa answered while unfastening Maya's seat belt.

Maya leaned closer to the screen and greeted sweetly, “Auntie Jeanne!"

Jeanne took the glass from her assistant and took a sip of water to moisten her throat. Maya's soft voice on the other end of the line made her instantly smile. "Maya? Is that my lovely little Maya?"

"Yes, it's me," Maya answered in a raised voice.

"Oh, I miss you, Maya! Do you miss me, too?" Jeanne said softly, making her sound like a spoiled child.

"Yes, I miss you!"

"Really? But why haven't you come to see me for a long time?" Jeanne said with a pout, pretending to be aggrieved.

Sure enough, Maya thought Jeanne was really angry. She looked at Rosa helplessly and said, “Please don't get angry, okay?"

"Well, if you come to see me, I will forgive you."

Maya bit her lower lip, looked at Rosa, and agreed without hesitation.

Jeanne's lips curved into a happy smile when she heard Maya's lovely voice.

She liked Maya so much that she wished she could have such a cute daughter.

Rosa pinched Maya's chubby face and asked Jeanne on the phone, “How was your photo shoot today?"