NovelEnglishChapter 1696 Innumerable memories flooded Rose's mind like relentless nightmares, leaving her heart in turmoil. She made her way to the fridge, retrieved a chilled bottle of water, and drank it all, hoping to quell the unrest within her.
At this moment, a thud emanated from the fitting room, jolting Rose. Hastily, she approached and rapped on the door, concern evident in her voice.
"Ms. Sparks, is everything alright? Ms.
Sparks?" No one responded. Rose felt something was off and barged into the fitting room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ms. Sparks!"
Clarissa had fainted, her upper body exposed. Clarissa's back was covered with bruises and scabs formed by old injuries.
Rose was stunned for two seconds before she swiftly took off her coat to cover Clarissa's body. Then she carried her up.
"Ms. Sparks, wake up!" As Clarissa gradually regained consciousness, Rose's relief was palpable, yet her concern lingered.
"How did you get these injuries, Ms.
Sparks?" Avoiding Rose's probing gaze, Clarissa turned away, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Are you being abused? Did Josh do this to you?" Rose's eyes blazed with
fury, their depths tinged with scarlet intensity.
"Ms. Emerson, this is a private matter.
Please don't ask." Clarissa struggled to get up. She frantically wore her clothes. "T will transfer the money to you shortly. I will ask my assistant to collect the gown from you. Sorry for the trouble!" As Clarissa prepared to flee, Rose's voice cut through the air, "Ms. Sparks, domestic abuse isn't a singular event— it recurs, relentlessly haunting its victims. You understand more than anyone the anguish and torment you've endured all these years.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Are you truly willing to spend the rest of your life with that pretentious bastard? No matter how much you
endure, your body will inevitably falter under the strain. Are you resigned to the possibility of meeting your end at his hands one day?" "Then, what am I supposed to do? Do have a choice?" Clarissa finally broke down, unleashing the pent-up hatred she had suppressed for so long. "I'm barely clinging to life as it is. If T fight back, I'll only end up dead." "Bullshit!" The domestic violence had struck a nerve in Rose. She shrieked, "you will end up dead if you don't retaliate! Ms. Sparks, it's still not too late for you. As long as—" Before she could finish, the door slammed shut, cutting her off.
Rose's features hardened, her body
tensing with suppressed fury as an unsettling idea took root in her mind.
Just as Clarissa's car made its way out of the studio, a sleek luxury vehicle swept in. Disregarding the marked parking areas, it brazenly parked sideways in front of the studio, demonstrating utter arrogance and a disdain for the rules.
"Mom, what sort of dump did that awful woman pick to live in? It's so remote, and the drive was pure torture!" A woman clad in a pink lace dress complained as she stepped out of the car, her eyes brimming with disdain as she stretched in discomfort.
She was Jamie Emerson, Rose's sister from another mother.
"It's because the housing in this area is affordable. That despicable woman is probably pinching pennies, maybe even saving for her dowry," commented a stout, stern-faced middle-aged woman walking closely behind. She was Lydia Carney, Jamie's mother.
"She parades around as a designer just to boost her status and snag a wealthy husband. Otherwise, she'd be nothing but a shameful illegitimate daughter. If the truth were to come out, who would even consider marrying her? She's nothing but a source of embarrassment and disgrace."
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