Chapter 70

“That kid was quite lucky. The car was all smashed up, but he’s fine. Just a few days of rest, and

he’ll be okay. Don’t worry,” Sydney

reassured Rosalie.

Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. But how did he get into a car accident out of

nowhere?”

“He passed out because he was tired. He hit a lamppost while driving last night.”

“What? How could this happen? Is it because of me?” asked Rosalie, growing more anxious as she

thought about it.

“Because of you? What do you mean?” Sydney asked curiously.

“The night before last, he stayed with me all night and didn’t sleep. well.”

“When did he leave, then?” Sydney inquired.

“He left early yesterday morning. I thought he went back home to rest. If he drove while tired, it

means he probably didn’t get any sleep during the day either. Couldn’t he have slept a few more

hours? Why did he have to drive when he was tired?” said Rosalie, feeling extremely guilty.

“I’m sorry, Mom. It’s my fault. I should have urged him to go back to sleep,” she added.

“It might not be entirely your fault,” Sydney said calmly. “Even a three- year–old knows when they’re

tired and need to sleep. Doesn’t he know

that?

“And if he knowingly drove while fatigued, then it’s his responsibility. Who knows what he did the

whole day? Maybe he stayed up all night.

with you, then went to see that woman the next day.”

Hearing Sydney’s words, Rosalie felt like a needle had pricked her

heart. Was that really the case? Had he gone to see Cynthia during the day?

“Mom, how do you know he went to see Cynthia during the day? Are you just guessing?” Rosalie

asked.

“Do I need to guess? Aren’t all men the same?” Sydney stood up and grabbed her bag. “Rest well. I

have to go now.”

Just as she reached the door, Sydney turned back. “Oh, by the way, Theo asked me not to tell you

about his car accident, so just pretend you don’t know.”

“He didn’t want you to tell me? Why?

“I don’t know. I didn’t bother asking.‘”

Sydney seemed indifferent. She was a decisive person, saying what needed to be said and then

leaving without any unnecessary chatter.

Even after Sydney left, Rosalie kept worrying about Theodore. Later, when Stephanie came to see

her, she told her everything.

“Steph, I want to go see him.”

“No, you can’t run around. You have to stay in bed. Remember what

the doctor said?”

‘But I’m really worried. I can’t rest easy without seeing him.”

Sydney had said that Theodore was fine. She was his mother, so she wouldn’t lie to Rosalie, right?

Even so, Rosalie still couldn’t bring

herself to stay calm and do nothing.

“What’s there to worry about? You signed the divorce papers. You shouldn’t care whether he lives or

dies.”

Stephanie was a great friend, but sometimes she could be too stubborn, especially when it came to

matters of the heart.

Rosalie grasped Stephanie’s hand tightly. “Please, help me think of a way. I just want to see him

once.”

Stephanie gave in, unable to reject her friend, especially since she had even falsified reports for

her.

“I’ll go check on him after work.”

“That’s great. Thank you, Steph,” Rosalie said with a smile. “Just make sure to look carefully for me,

okay?”

“So, you want me to stare at him when I’m there?”

“N–no! That’s not what I meant,” Rosalie said, embarrassed. “You can’t let him see you. Just take a

quick peek.”

“You really bring trouble upon yourself,” Stephanie replied with a sigh.

Rosalie, blinded by love, seemed to have no common sense.

Stephanie hoped she herself wouldn’t be like this in the future after she found love.