Chapter 585

Chapter 585:

The crowd exchanged glances, realization dawning on them. Rosemarie had been dealing with an old wound. With a heavy sigh, Rosemarie added, “I’ve lost… I’m not as strong as I used to be.”

“You didn’t lose!” Jada, now certain of her master’s authenticity, shook her head. “Even hurt, you’ve done so much. Madisyn could never compare to what you’ve accomplished!”

A wave of regret swept over everyone standing there. They had been so quick to believe Madisyn, easily doubting Rosemarie. If any of them were hurt, they would never have been able to pull off what Rosemarie had.

Wesley, feeling embarrassed, said, “Rosemarie, why didn’t you tell us you were injured sooner?”

He couldn’t believe for a second that Madisyn had fairly beaten Rosemarie. Her win didn’t sit right.

He shot Madisyn a sharp look. “Did you know Rosemarie was hurt and deliberately challenge her just to make yourself look good?”

Madisyn stared back, speechless for a moment. She thought Wesley was being ridiculous.

“She never mentioned anything about her injury before the race. Now she’s playing the victim after losing the competition?” Madisyn sneered. “You’re not Rosemarie. Look at you, fooling everyone.”

Jada, furious, snapped back, “Madisyn, stop talking nonsense! Rosemarie’s my teacher. Even injured, she performed well in the competition. If she hadn’t been hurt, you wouldn’t have had a chance.”

Wesley had always trusted Jada, so when she said her master was Rosemarie, he didn’t question it. However, when Madisyn mocked Rosemarie—his idol—Wesley couldn’t stay quiet.

He swung his fist straight at Madisyn.

Before it could land, Andrew stepped in. He grabbed Wesley’s arm and shoved him hard enough that Wesley stumbled. Wesley, fuming, glared at him.

“Andrew, how can you defend her? Madisyn’s completely out of line! Don’t you care about racing? Don’t you look up to Rosemarie? She’s such an amazing racer! How can you stand by and let Madisyn trash her?”

Andrew shot back calmly, “Rosemarie lost, Wesley. Open your eyes. If she had an injury, she should’ve mentioned it before the race, not after. That just looks like an excuse. And let’s be real—Rosemarie’s not the type to act helpless just because she didn’t win.”

Wesley’s confidence started to shake.

That was true. Rosemarie was tougher than that. Was this woman really her?

Wesley paused, unsure.

Then, Rosemarie’s voice came, slow and steady. “I quit racing because my injury holds me back. If you don’t believe me, then just leave.” She turned, ready to walk away.

Jada was quick to grab her arm, her voice firm. “I believe you, Master!”

Jada turned toward Wesley, her expression sharp. “Wesley, weren’t you the one who admired Rosemarie the most? Are you really going to give up on her just because she’s not performing well anymore?”

Wesley’s hands tightened into fists, his body shaking slightly.

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