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    Dragging himself back to the Morgan estate, Jarrod nearly collided with Rosanna right at the gate. She had juste home too, looking no better than he did.


    Both of them stopped in their tracks, staring at each other with hollow eyes.


    Earlier that morning, both of them had left the house brimming with energy. Now, they looked like the life had been knocked right out of them, worn down by the day’s unseen battles.


    Without saying a word, Jarrod slipped past her and headed upstairs, desperate to dodge any ufortable questions about the police investigation. Thest thing he wanted was to be humiliated in front of his sister.


    Meanwhile, Rosanna sank onto the living room sofa, the weight of the day pulling her down. Just then, her phone rang.


    It was a call from Stacy.


    Rosanna answered, her voice barely above a whisper, “Hello?”


    “Rosanna… what’s going on with you?” asked Stacy, picking up on her foul mood instantly.


    “I’m just not in the mood,” Rosanna replied.


    “That’s exactly why you need to get out! If you’re in a bad mood, having some fun is the best fix! Don’t forget about tonight’s Wront gathering! You promised you’de with me!”


    Closing her eyes, Rosanna rubbed her aching temples. The disaster of her day had pushed tonight’s eventpletely out of her mind.


    It had taken endless scheming and persistence for her to squeeze herself into the Wront socialite circle, finally earning a seat at their precious gatherings.


    Even dragging Stacy along had been a calcted move.


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    Still, Rosanna’s standing in the group was shaky at best.


    Every few months, the Wrontdies met up — not to bond, but to show off. Designer bags, custom outfits, sparkling jewels. That was the real agenda.


    Stacy’s presence sometimes made Rosanna shine a little brighter byparison, butpared to the real socialites, she still felt like an outsider desperately trying to belong.


    In that circle, the ultimate prize was the Blue Sea dress, which was so legendary that none of them had managed to snag it.


    Thinking about it made Rosanna clench her fists in frustration.


    As her eyes drifted to the silver bracelet circling her wrist, a spark of inspiration lit up inside her.


    Who said she had nothing to show off tonight?


    If she unted this bracelet the right way, the others would see how deeply Vince valued her.


    It was the one thing she could unt that would make those socialites envious. Feeling lighter already, Rosanna grinned and said to Stacy, “Of course, I didn’t forget. We’re going together tonight.”


    After thanking Vincenzo, Maia made her way straight to the Marvelous Gardenplex.


    She could not afford to skip preparing Kathie’s special restorative dishes.


    Once everything was packed and ready, Maia headed over to the Primary Healthcare Center and slipped into Kathie’s hospital room.


    Surprisingly, Ethan was nowhere in sight.


    While opening the lunchbox and neatly ting the food, Maia asked in an easygoing tone, “Where did Ethan disappear to?”


    Kathie offered a helpless smile and exined, “Since I have a full-time nurse looking after me now, Ethan figured he wasn’t needed. He knew you wereing with food, so he disappeared early this morning.”


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