Chapter: 1833

Despite Brent's harsh words, that seemed like where he drew the Line.

The hand he had raised up seemed stuck there as he couldn't bring himself to slap her.

Rosa raised her eyes to his raised hand before saying, "There's nothing you can do to change my decision. I've made it pretty clear to you that I won't go to the police station, neither will I retract the lawsuit.

“Rosa, how can you.."

Undeterred, she interrupted him. "This is a criminal case.

Withdrawing won't alter the outcome. If you're truly concerned about Libby's situation, then you'll get her a good lawyer as soon as possible." Her tone was devoid of emotion as she stood there unfazed by her furious father.

The painful truth had dawned on her.

If she had been sincere with herself, it would have been clear to her from the very beginning that she meant very little to her parents. It was as obvious as daylight to her now. There was no way they were going to treat her fairly.

Brent clutched his chest, eyes wide, and growled accusations. “Rosa, you brat! After all I've done for you? You're such an ungrateful daughter!"

“Mr. Moran, you are no longer young and strong. You should have learnt to control your temper by now. You'll harm yourself mentally if you continue letting everything upset you," Rosa advised, not one bit ruffled by his display.

In a fit of rage, Brent, his face pallid, lamented, “Back then, I shouldn't have agreed to...You shouldn't have been born. You're the sole cause of this mess the Moran family is currently in. As if it's not bad enough that you destroyed us, now, you've brought trouble to Libby!"

His words struck a nerve and Rosa eyed him with so much anger boiling in her.

Despite her unruffled exterior, she felt really pained to hear him say that.

She tried to smile, but all that came out was a sneer as she said, “Too bad. Your regret is way too late now."

"You..." Brent began, but he was unable to contain his burning fury and he collapsed, hand still clutched to his chest.

Jeanne, who had been eavesdropping on their exchange, was startled by the crash she heard. Not waiting any minute longer, she flung the door open and called out, "Rosa!"

Rosa was also shocked. She hadn't expected Brent to collapse just like that.

She quickly went on her knees to check his pulse and heartbeat. Then she looked up at Jeanne. “Call an ambulance, quick!"

Shaken up by the unexpected sight before her, Jeanne snapped into action at Rosa's scream and fished out her phone to call 911.

Alberto had left for four days.

Every day, Rachel found herself glancing towards his vacant room as she passed by. The chill in the air and the scarce presence of others in the house only intensified the uncomfortably silent atmosphere.

Her routine now involved adorning a scarf and descending the stairs, bracing for the solitude that awaited her.

However, one morning, a surprise awaited her. Through the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, she caught sight of Dewey assisting Alberto into a wheelchair.

“Mr. Gibson, Dewey!" Rachel, who had hurried outside, greeted them as surprise painted her face.