Chapter 1834


    “But every viin meets their match, right? Everyone knows Morrison''s heart belonged to Mona. So


    what if she''s pregnant? Morrison still doesn''t give her the time of day. She thought she was so smart


    and proud. Look at her now, trying to get the man with a baby. She got what she wanted, but at


    what cost? She''s made her own bed, but it''s the kid I feel sorry for. That child doomed to grow up


    without a father''s love."


    “Pfft. Now that you mention it. Hey, why hasn''t Mona shown up yet?"


    “What? Is Monaing?"


    “Yeah, she''s in R City. Just got back recently. She was in a car crash and ended up in the same


    hospital as Morrison, right over his birthday. How could she not show up?"


    "True. She''s probably just runningte."


    Meanwhile, Mona was just about to leave her rented t when a stranger blocked her path. "Excuse


    me, are you Ms. Mona?"


    She was startled, eyeing him warily. "Who... who are you?"


    “It seems I''ve found the right person.” The man tipped his hat in a gentlemanly gesture, "Please


    come with me."


    Mona took a step back, “Who are you, and why would I go anywhere with you?"


    He looked sharp in his suit, not much older than her, and not the sort to mean her harm. His


    demeanor was polite, but no matter what, she wouldn''t just wander off with a stranger.


    The young man looked surprised, "Aren''t you here for Mr. Witt''s birthday party?"


    Mona paused, "You are...?"


    "lL was sent to deliver a gown to you and escort you to the stylist. Didn''t you get the message?"


    After a few seconds, her eyes lit up with realization, "Did Morrison send you?"


    The man didn''t respond, just offered a slight smile and stepped aside to let her pass, "Please, Ms.


    Mona. The car''s this way."


    Mona smiled back and let her guard down, heading towards the vehicle. She couldn''t think of


    anyone but Morrison who would go to such lengths.


    At Morrison''s birthday party, a group of women continued gossiping.


    “Just think about it, Rose''s psychological resilience is impressive. If it were me, I wouldn''t be able to


    endure being subjected to emotional abuse from my husband while pregnant and still refusing to


    divorce."


    “It was obvious back in school that Morrison couldn''t stand her. But she always made sure to unt


    herself in front of him. Once Morrison got a girlfriend, it became clear she was trying to weasel her


    way into his life, aiming to be the other woman."


    “Now she''s seeded, hasn''t she? She''s the acknowledged Mrs. Witt"


    “Please, ask anyone here, who cares about her title? Everyone knows she is just a joke."


    "If it were me, I''d have the baby aborted and be out of here in a heartbeat. I couldn''t stand the


    shame."


    In the dim corridor, Morrison stood rigid, his expression darker and more foreboding than ever.


    He moved forward, his tall figure emerging from the shadows into the bright light of the banquet hall.


    The women spotted him and rose to greet him with smiles.


    “Morrison, happy birthday!"


    “Happy birthday!"


    "Get out."


    The women''s smiles froze, their carefully made-up faces suddenly grotesque.


    “Morrison, what... what did you say?"


    “Yeah, did you forget us? We''re your ssmates, and we used to be friends with..."


    Morrison''s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his aura of menace crashing down upon them.


    “Rose is my wife. Whatever you think of her, it''s not your ce to gossip or judge. This is thest


    time I''ll say it: leave now!"


    His roar sent the women scrambling, their demeanour crumbling as they ran out, tears streaking


    their makeup.


    The security guards at the door, alerted by themotion, arrived swiftly.


    “What... what happened?"


    “Throw them out!" Morrison ordered, his anger unmasked.


    The women scurried away, humiliated and crying, while the guards hesitated before following them


    out.


    Megan and Molly stood by Morrison, watching his fury. Megan snorted.


    “All this should''ve settled with time, but you''ve just fanned the mes, putting Rose back in the


    spotlight. Do you think their words are all that''s been said.


    Do you think they''re the only ones mocking her? With the help of the Inte, do you have any idea


    of the nastier things being said about Rose.


    "If you hadn''t been so foolish and let things escte, none of this would''ve happened. What right do


    you have to be angry, Morrison? All of this is on you. Ask yourself, how did Rose end up pregnant?


    Do you realize why someone as proud as her resorted to marrying you through these means.


    “Do you understand at all? Why do you keep hurting her like this? How many times can Rose''s


    heart break before it''s too much?"


    Megan''s voice was filled with emotion, her grip on her walking stick trembling with force.


    Morrison''s stern face twisted with conflicting emotions. He knew the rumors that had surrounded


    their marriage.


    Using a child to marry him... Yet, that was how their marriage began, it wasn''t alie.


    He med her for the consequences of her actions, but he hadn''t anticipated the fallout to be so


    extensive.


    Not just those women, but others, even across the inte were criticizing her.


    “Emotional abuse...


    “A child doomed to grow up without a father''s love.."


    “The other woman rising to the top..."


    “Everyone knows that Mrs. Witt is just a running joke in this town, right?"


    "If it were me, I''d get rid of the baby without a second thought and skip town.."


    Morrison''s nerves jangled like snapped guitar strings, his head pounding with a throbbing pain.


    “lf you keep on with this foolish charade, you might as well just divorce Rose and be done with it.


    Let her go, for heaven''s sake, and the kid too—stop ruining their lives." Megan''s voice quivered with


    a weepy tremble.


    Watching Rose endure in silence from the day they married, her heart raced with worry and fear.


    She was anxious for Morrison to truly understand his feelings and treat Rose better. And she also


    feared the day Rose would lose all hope and give up on Morrisonpletely.


    “Granny, I married Morrison because I love him. The baby is my only link to him, so I''m aware of


    what I''m facing ahead. This is my one shot in life, and nothing preciouses easy. I''ll work hard to


    make Morrison fall in love with me, no matter what the pain or cost. I have to try, right? What if it


    works?"


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    “And what if it doesn''t?"


    “Granny, I really do love him. I can bear a regrettable oue, but what scares me is the thought of


    someone else not loving Morrison like I do.


    What if they don''t take good care of him? What then?"


    Before the wedding, she had a heart-to-heart with Rose, and these were the words Rose had said


    to her.


    She asked Rose what she would do if things didn''t turn out well. Yet Rose was still worried about


    Morrison. If that was not love, what was.


    On her deathbed, her only regret would probably be this concern: that no one would take care of


    her beloved grandson as she had.


    Such a girl, and what did Morrison ever do to deserve her? In the end, she’s hurt by him like this.


    Morrison remained silent, and after a long while, he stood up and strode toward the center of the


    banquet hall.


    His aura was fierce, making people instinctively steer clear of his path.


    Molly, fearing he''d do something irreversible, quickly followed him. "Where are you going!?"


    Morrison kept walking, not saying a word. Molly furrowed her brow, hurriedly stepping in front of


    him, blocking his way as onlookers cast curious nces in their direction.


    Molly towered her voice, “Morrison, mind the asion. Don''t do anything rash. You made such a


    big deal of this party, and look how many people you''ve drawn here. Do you want to be an


    even biggerughing stock?"


    Morrison nced at her coldly and brushed past, "I''ll be back soon."


    Molly, clutching the hem of her dress, turned and watched Morrison walk away. "Morrison!"


    He didn''t respond, just moved through the crowd that parted for him and left the building.


    For about ten seconds, the grand hall fell silent. Then, a murmuring hubbub broke out.


    “What''s going on?"


    “Did something happen?"


    “He looks really angry."


    "I don''t know."


    Megan slowly approached from behind, looking at Molly''s worried face, and said in a grave tone"


    “Just let him go. I want to see what foolish thing he''s about to do. If he still can''t see what''s


    important and doesn''t know how to make amends or hold on, then it''s his fate. If that''s the case, it


    might be a release for Rose."


    Molly''s brows knitted together, her expression sorrowful. "But..."


    Megan just shook her head in resignation and walked away.


    Molly pressed her lips together.


    A release? What really counted as being released.


    Rose loved Morrison so much, would giving him up be true relief.


    If you couldn''t be with the one you loved in this life, what was the point.


    But Morrison... he really hadn''t thought things through.


    "Mrs. Witt.


    People started to gather around, curious.


    Molly put on a brave face and smiled. "I apologize for the inconvenience that the recent


    unpleasantness may have caused. Thank you all for your understanding."


    "We don''t mind, but is it okay for the man of the hour to be in such a foul mood?"


    “It''s fine. It''ll be sorted out." Molly managed a gracious smile, as if the incident was just a minor


    hup, nothing more.


    Since Molly didn''t borate, they didn’t press further.


    With Molly''s assurance that Morrison would return shortly, things in the banquet hall slowly


    stabilized. Riley saw Morrison leave and quickly followed behind him to the elevator lobby, catching


    up just in time.


    Once outside the hotel, they were greeted by a heavy snowfall. The car was already covered in a


    layer of snow. The snow was heavy, a rare urrence in recent years.


    Morrison, in his sharp suit, hadn''t worn a coat, and looked far too thin for the biting cold of the


    snowy winter. Riley quickly said, "Mr. Witt, where are you heading?"


    Morrison looked up at the darkening sky, the hotel''s brilliant lights casting the falling snow in


    glittering white.


    “Mr. Witt?"


    Morrison snapped back to reality, his eyes reflecting the falling snow as he stepped down. "I''m


    going to find my wife"


    Riley paused, then hurried after him.


    The press conference had gone well for Rose; she''dpleted her presentation wlessly, even


    impressively. But as the Q&A session began, after a few on-topic questions about the new product


    release, the inquiries swiftly veered toward Morrison''s birthday party.


    “Mrs. Witt, today happens to be Mr. Witt''s birthday. Is there a reason you scheduled the conference


    for today? Is there a connection?"


    "Mr. Witt threw a big birthday bash this year, which shes directly with the Spotlight Beauty


    productunch. Is there some other issue at y here.


    Perhaps something to do with your rtionship with Mr. Witt?"


    “I heard Mr. Witt was hospitalized again recently. Could you shed some light on the reasons?"


    Rose stood confidently on the stage, microphone in hand, her smile unwavering as she faced the


    sea of journalists. The ambiance was charged, not with exciternent for thepany''stest product


    reveal, but with the buzz of personal scandal.


    “And I''ve also heard,’ one reporter said with a raised eyebrow, “that Mr. Witt''s only ex-girlfriend used


    to be admitted to the same hospital. You and Mr. Witt have kept things pretty low-profile these past


    few months. This sudden confrontation—does it have anything to do with that ex-girlfriend?"


    A colleague from thepany, looking slightly pale and perturbed, addressed the crowd from below


    the stage, "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, this is theunch event for our new product line.


    We''d appreciate it if questions could stay relevant to thepany, especially concerning ourtest


    innovation."


    The reporters, however, appeared to ignore the request, continuing to bring up the buzz around


    Morrison''s birthday bash and the Mona debacle.


    Rose, the epitome ofposure, listened to the increasingly indiscreet questions. After a moment,


    she spoke, her voice calm and clear through the microphone, “The reason we chose today is


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    sister, wife, girlfriend, or best friend, Spotlight Beauty''s new line is the ultimate choice.’