Jennifer took a deep breath and shouted, "Elena, Luke, hurry up and help Chandler to bed upstairs."
After Elena and Luke heard Jennifer's order, they hurried forward to help Chandler.
Chandler pushed them away. At the same time, he fell backward onto the sofa because his feet felt
weak. He was indolent like a sloth.
"Get out, get out of my house…jinx..." Chandler pointed in Rose's direction.
"Hurry up and get him out of here. He's acting rashly because he's drunk. How embarrassing." Jennifer
felt annoyed seeing Chandler.
Elena and Luke went to help Chandler again. It was much easier than the last time. He was even
drunker and his body became weak that he didn't have the strength to push them away anymore.
They helped Chandler to go up the stairs. He was weak and mumbled words that no one could hear
clearly.
"Mr. Linder, slow down and watch your steps," Elena reminded him.
But for a drunk person, he could no longer control his body and had no idea when to lift his feet.
In the end, Luke had to carry Chandler on his back while Elena helped him to prevent him from falling
off of Luke.
Grandma watched Chandler, who passed out, disappeared at the corner of the stairs and shook her
head with anger.
"Rose, go to rest and ignore your dad." Grandma felt bad for the family.
"Grandma, is what dad said true? I'm not his daughter and I'm not from the Linder family?" Rose's eyes
were exceptionally calm, and she looked at ease.
That was why they treated her so badly. That was why they gave up on her and chose Sophie?
She was unwanted by the family. No, she didn't belong to this family at all.
Then her coming back and wanting to regain everything that belonged to her would only be a joke
because nothing truly belonged to her so how could she get anything back!
"It's not like that. Don't believe what your dad said. He drank alcohol and acted rashly. Can you believe
his words?" Jennifer explained, wanting to heal her wounded heart.
"Grandma, don't lie to me." Rose endured the burning sensation in her nose.
"How could grandma lie to you? If you were not a child of the Linder family, would I love you as much?
Why don't I care for my biological granddaughter Sophie? Grandma isn't crazy," Jennifer smiled and
made comparisons for her.
"I don't know what's wrong with your parents. They've crossed the line more and more these years.
They don't think before they speak. But you need to know that they were just venting their anger and
what they said aren't true. Rose, you need to believe what grandma said…grandma won't lie to you…"
Jennifer clenched a fist over her chest as her face turned pale and her chest ached.
When Rose saw this, her expression changed drastically. She stepped forward and helped her
grandma to sit on the sofa. "Grandma, what's the matter?"
"Pill...my pills...on the bedside table..." Jennifer's breathing became rapid.
Rose hurried to Jennifer's room, grabbed a pill from the bedside table, and gave it to Jennifer. She then
poured a cup of water and gave it to Jennifer to take the pill.
Jennifer ate the pill and sat there to relax. Rose looked at her with distress and soothed her chest.
"Grandma, are you okay? Don't scare me..." Rose's eyes were dyed red from anxiety and worry, "You
are my and Doris' closest relative...and only relative. You have to be healthy."
"As long as you trust grandma, grandma will be fine." While trembling, Jennifer held Rose's hand hard,
hoping to make Rose believe her this way.
"Grandma, I believe you." Rose bit her lips tightly, enduring all the pain and tears.
She had no choice but to trust her grandma.
"That's right." Jennifer smiled with relief.
Rose knelt beside Jennifer, put her head lightly on Jennifer's knees, and silently closed her eyes. She
could no longer hold in the bitterness and sadness she felt that tears streamed down her face.
Jennifer leaned on the sofa and caressed Rose's head gently, like she did when Rose was a child.
Jennifer and Rose sat there for quite a long time until Rose helped Jennifer to bed and went to sleep
herself.
But she didn't feel sleepy at all, so she sat on the sofa in her bedroom, leaving only a floor lamp on.
Although light from the lamp was soft, it brought light to the dark room.
Her phone lit up. She picked it up and saw that it was a text from Matthew saying that he got home and
was safe.
She didn't respond, so he sent another one just now: "Good night".
She replied, "Good night."
Her phone's screen turned off and didn't light up again.
She was nestled on the sofa and curled up in the shadows. She bent her knees, wrapped her arms
tightly around herself, and buried her head in her arms.
She had a dream in a daze. The dream was confusing...
It was dawn by the time she woke up. She slept on the sofa like this and in this posture for the entire
night.
She felt stiff all over. She slowly stretched out her arms and lifted her legs before moving slowly,
allowing herself to adapt to the process of going from staying still to moving.
Rose was in a hurry and avoided meeting Chandler. After breakfast, she sent Doris to kindergarten.
Like yesterday, she ran into Matthew today and sat in his car.
"Sorry about what happened yesterday," Matthew said after driving for a while.
Yesterday he didn't send Rose and Doris home because he was in a bad mood. Instead, he listened to
them and dropped them off on the side of the road.
Afterward, he felt that he wasn't being a gentleman, so he came early today and waited for Rose to
drop Doris off and apologize to her.
"What happened yesterday? I forgot already. I have a bad memory. I can forget everything after
sleeping," Rose said, playing things down.
Matthew felt grateful that she respected him and didn't make things awkward.
When they arrived at work, they parted ways like before.
Rose took advantage of the lunch break to go to a Ferrari dealership nearby and choose a model that
was the same as Sophie's.
Afterward, she called Chandler, "Dad, I've already picked a model. Transfer me the full amount so we
can save on instalment interest."
Chandler trembled with anger after receiving such a call, "You are very considerate trying to save me
money!"
"Of course, I'm your daughter after all," Rose sneered as her eyes turned cold.
She remembered everything Chandler said last night while he was drunk. She did not dare forget a
single word, nor would she forget.
Even though she was his daughter, he never thought of her as a daughter, so he shouldn't blame her
for being ruthless.
"You are truly my good daughter," Chandler sneered.
"Dad, then make the transfer. Otherwise, if grandma knows, I can't guarantee what she would do,"
Rose used Jennifer to threaten Chandler.
"I can give you the car, but I need you to show some sincerity about marrying Timothy, otherwise, just
you wait!" Chandler snorted coldly.
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