Rosalynn, gazing upon her pallid features, inquired with an icy tone, âWas it you who orchestrated the theft of my jade pendant?â
Selina, attempting to sit up, had her attention seized at the question.
âI am at a loss regarding your accusation.
â
Rosalynn was aware she wouldnât confess, so she didnât anticipate any revelations from her.
She slipped the needles into her pocket, rose, and gazed down at her.
âSelina, the truth will always come out.
â
Playing with fire only led to getting burned.
It was fruitless to argue with Selina.
As Rosalynn departed, Selinaâs hands balled into fists, her gaze seething with loathing.
What the hell was that attitude?
Why was she still alive?
The door swung open, and Gail entered.
Quickly shedding her malevolent expression, Selina feigned despair, squeezing out a few tears, and called out Gail softly.
Gail approached the bed, exhaling a heavy sigh.
âYouâre awake.
How do you feel? Are you in any pain?â
Selina cried, embracing her, tears streaming.
Gailâs expression was a mixture of emotions as she comforted Selina, allowing her to vent her feelings.
âSelina, be honest with me, are you truly unaware of Rosaâs true identity?â
Selina halted her tears, her gaze dropping as she pondered her answer.
Moments later, she looked up, eyes brimming with tears, and confessed, âI really didnât know.
I just spoke of Rosalynn to my father on some casual talks.
He must have noticed the resemblance in the photo and grown suspicious.
He told me nothing.
I just got to know that he had discreetly sent Rosalynn away.
â
Gazing at her woeful face, Gail recalled their shared past and chose not to delve deeper.
With a sigh, she smoothed back Selinaâs hair.
âSelina, you were like a daughter to me, yet your fatherâs actions are inexcusable.
Rest now.
Youâll leave this house once youâve recovered.
â
Hearing Gailâs words, despair once more settled in Selinaâs heart.