The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 143

“Every word that leaves your mouth is about your mother, yet I don’t see you treating your sister well. I guess it’s no wonder you’re your mother’s dearest daughter!” Gordon uttered angrily and dashed straight into the room. He came out shortly with a photo album in hand.

Rosalie froze. The album belonged to Tracy and contained many photos of them together.

Gordon instantly produced a lighter and used it to light up the album “Since you can’t seem to tolerate your sister leading at good life, you don’t need to have this. Your mother wouldn’t even want a daughter like you!”

The album started to burn and Gordon threw it onto the tile floor.

Rosalie let out a shrick and hurriedly rolled up her sleeves, patting the flames desperately to put them out.

Her thoughts were frantic. “No! I can’t let this burn! This album contains the memories Mother left me as well as her sentiments! I have to save it from being destroyed!”

She had no idea how long she’d been screaming subconsciously. All she knew was to keep tapping the flames with both hands non-stop with all her might to extinguish the fire. Rosalie barely even registered her hands being burnt.

It was as if she’d lost her mind.

Gordon. Caitlin, and Loretta were also taken aback by her behavior.

Rosalie only realized her face was drenched with tears as she stared at the charred and tattered photo album when the fire was finally extinguished.

She staggered forward to hold the alburn against her chest and looked up coldly at the person she was to address as her father.

This man had the guts to sloppily treat the belongings of his deceased wife, a woman whom he’d once sworn an oath to stand by for the rest of his life. This proved she no longer meant anything to him.

It turned out that love would eventually be depleted by time till not even sentiments were left.

face was washed with tears and in a mess, but her almond eyes glared

appear dignified. “W-Who taught you to look at your father like that? So what if I want to burn

frostier. “If Mom were still alive now,

tongue!” Gordon was so furious that

got her bearings. She still clung on tightly to the

still had any amount of

her way out of the Leighton

the house exchanged helpless

hadn’t put out the fire in time, and it burned her skin? It would have endangered

so easy to get scalded.” Gordon’s anger had yet to subside, and he felt his

she and Jonathan an item now? Wouldn’t she tell on us to him and then

Gordon glared. “I’m still her father, regardless of what happens. I will prevent her from ever finding her mother’s grave if

gaze flickered briefly as she lamented that Rosalie hadn’t been

Rosalie’s face had ended up disfigured by the tire, as Calvin would never set his eyes

pity!” Loretta sighed

how she reached the bottom floor,

clutching the photo album kept trembling as her

through it and see how many photos had

all memories of her and her

toward her while she approached the residential

concealed concern rang out above her head. “What happened

a pair of hands supporting her body that was on the verge of

the one

was greeted by a stunning pair of eyes resembling an alluring peach blossom. Its beauty was capable of taking one’s breath away. Like obsidian, their dark pupils were bottomless and indecipherable, which

shapely brows furrowed upon noticing her tear-stained face, and his heart