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    He scrolled through his phone, eyes narrowing at headline after headline about Maia’s appearance at a charity g.


    “A charity g, Maia? While Mom and Dad are falling apart, you pretend none of it matters?” Jarrod’s voice was brittle and cold, each word edged with bitterness. He drew in a shaky breath, his lips twisting into a smirk. “It doesn’t matter if you pick up or not. I know how to track you down. With Dad and Mom in this condition and the Morgan family drowning in debt, it’s only a matter of time before everything falls apart.”


    He stared off into the distance, voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “I was never as gifted as you. I’m not clever enough to charm my way into a wealthy family like Rosanna did. But if all of this really is your doing…”


    A surge of anger shot through him, and Jarrod mmed his fist into the concrete wall. “If you’re the one behind our downfall, if you’re the reason my family’s ruined—then you and I are going down together,” he muttered, his voice heavy with resolve.


    Inside the sterile hospital room, Rosanna noticed Jarrod was gone and slipped quietly to Richard’s bedside.


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    If he had already awakened, he would have cried out from the pain.


    “Nothing. So maybe I worried for nothing,” Rosanna muttered with a lowugh. “I never imagined things would end up like this. I heard that even though people in a vegetative state can’t control their bodies, they can still hear what’s being said around them. That is why doctors insist we keep talking to you…” She bent close, her words brushing against his ear as she continued, “Tell me, Richard—what’s it like to hear your only son obey me while I lead him in destroying Maia? It must be eating you alive.”


    Rosanna’s lips curled into a sly grin as she let out a tauntingugh.


    Her gaze shifted to Sandra, lying motionless in another bed. “What you’re suffering now is barely a fraction of what you made me go through. This is just the first step of my payback, not thest… If death had taken you during that crash, you might have been spared.”


    Rosanna’s stare grew colder while her smile deepened with malice. Pulling out her phone, she took a picture of both Richard and Sandra, capturing their broken forms under the dim hospital lights.


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    Without hesitation, she uploaded the photo to Twitter.


    She nned to twist the tragedy into an attack on Maia, painting her as cold and unfeeling.


    Unlike before, Rosanna remembered the sting of losing to Maia in a public spat. This time, she avoided pointing a finger, even pretending to defend her. Not long after, news of Richard and Sandra’s devastating car crash—and their unresponsive condition—swept across the inte.


    With a careful touch, Rosanna typed a caption beneath the photo. “Dad, Mom, please open your eyes soon. I’ve made so many mistakes before. If this suffering is destiny’s punishment for me, then I wish I were the one lying here instead.” A secondter, she posted three more updates, each word dripping with false sincerity. As a daughter, Rosanna appeared to be pleading desperately for her parents’ healing.


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