Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love

The next day, Rosemary was awakened by a ring of her phone. Because of last night's drama. Oswald had given her a few days off to rest at home.

The caller was the property manager, who cautiously apologized, “Mrs. Templeton, there are two people at the gate who wish to see you, saying that they're your father and your sister.

“No, I don’t want to see them.”

Just as Rosemary was about to hang up after speaking. Larry's voice. desperate and urgent, came from the other end, "Rosemary, I've found your mother’s cell phone.

Back when she was young, and she thought her mom had died in a car crash, she was too devastated to think about these insignificant things.

It was only later when things didn’t add up and she wanted to look for the phone that she realized it was missing, and even the telecom company could not find the records.

She had asked Larry about it, and he said he had never seen it. So, she guessed that it probably got thrown out during the car accident.

Now, the phone that had been missing for years was suddenly found back. If Larry wasn't lying, it meant that then her mother's death had something to do with him—that’s why he kept the phone but hid it from her.

Rosemary said coldly, “Let them in.” With bodyguards around, they wouldn't be able to do anything even if they wanted to. Ten minutes later, Larry came upstairs with Stacey.

At first glance, Rosemary barely recognized the woman who had become as thin as a rail to be Stacey. Her complexion was sallow and haggard, with blotches on her face.

Most shockingly, Stacey, who always liked to compete with her in every way, hadn't even bothered to put on makeup. As soon as they walked in, Larry yelled sharply, "Kneel down!”

Rosemary initially didn't realize who he was yelling at, until she saw Stacey drop to her knees in front of her—Larry actually had his most beloved daughter kneel before her?

She stepped aside, though she disliked Stacey, she didn't enjoy being knelt to ‘I’m not dead yet, a bit early for kowtowing. Speak whatever the matter is, stop this drama.”

“This rebellious girl, I'll leave her to you for punishment today, Rosemary. Dan’t show her mercy, let her kneel until you're satisfied,” Larry said with a voice full of anger that made Rosemary’s ears buzz. Having suffered two such shocks last night, she had only fallen asleep as dawn approached; the aftermath of staying up all night were now all manifesting, making her feel dizzy and weak.

She frowned, moving a little away from Larry, “What did she do that made you dragged her here so early in the morning to apologize?" Rosemary had a hunch though

The goons last night were so useless, anyone with some leverage wouldn't hire such incapable helpers.

She looked at Stacey kneeling there with a face full of defiance, her mind drifting.

Larry truly loved this daughter; otherwise, he wouldn't swallow his pride and strategically bring her to apologize and let Rosemary decide her punishment. He chose her over Maxwell simply because he believed she wouldn't be too harsh.

Rosemary’s couldn't help but think of the scene from last night. She had to admit, she couldn't be as ruthless as Maxwell.

Larry was glaring. his face seething with anger and disappointment, “This ungrateful child dared to hire people to scheme such a heinous act to frighten her own sister; I'll beat her to death today, don’t you stop me!

Hearing this, Rosemary took a big step to the side, leaving him plenty of room

He just wanted to put on a show, but he was now stuck in a hard place. He had to slap Stacey hard on her face with a loud “smack.” The sound itself was painful to hear, let alone the force he must have used for the bearer.

Rosemary smiled calmly, “What she did was not merely hiring people to frighten me, but to murder. Since you know she was the one who found those people, don’t you know they were carrying knives?”

Stacey was already frustrated; if it wasn't becauée of Larry forcibly bringing herhere to apologize, she. would never have suffered such x humiliation, ° ‘Rosemary, stop slandeting me. I only told thea fe) take photos. Don't think I dott know, that all the wicked things-done to me before was your doing.”

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Rosemary ignored her, turning to Larry. “Where's my mom's phone?"

Larry looked at.this daughter who was unrelated'to him, a trace of disgust flashed I in his eyes. He hac raised hévall these years, and every a dog wuld wag its tail at him, but’ she was like a white-eyed wolf; always baring her teeth, asif ready t®pounce and bite him.

What's the point of keeping a daughter who's no use to him and not even related?

Given the case, there’s no point in hiding anything.

“I can give you the phone, but I have one condition: you tell Maxwell not to interfere in this.”

If it weren't for Maxwell, he wouldn't be rushing over with Stacey to apologize.

Rosemary said, “Sure, hand the phone over.”

Her readily response made Larry hesitate, “Are you really willing to let it go just like this?

When had Rasemary become so magnanimous? She was practically a saint!

“That depends on the value of what you're bringing. If there’s just a wiped blank phone, then you can just get lost. Larry took out a phone from his pocket and opened the call log to her. Indeed, there were entries from ten years ago. It was a at least clue, even though she didn't know if those numbers were still in use.

Rosemary reached out to take it, but Larry held back, “Call Maxwell first.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

When Stacey saw this. she blurted out, “I have a condition too, I want to work at the Templeton Group!

After those scandals exposed, no company would take her in. She couldn't go anywhere and had been cooped up at home every day ever since. Larry snapped at her, “Shut up!”

In front of them, Rosemary dialed Maxwell’ number and put it on speaker.

The call connected, and Maxwell’s cold voice came through, “What is it?”

That voice, that tone completely different from the maniac who almost forced himself on her last night.

The realization made Rosemary blank out for a mament. He wasn’t schizophrenic, was he?

The difference between him in a suit and without was like night and day, human and beast!

Her silence seemed to irk Maxwell, “Rosemary, speak.”

The incident from the previous night had left a significant psychological impact on Rosemary. Her voice ~ tightened, and her back ramrod x straight-Even though they were over the phone, she was worried that Maxwell might pounce at her in the néxt second. Conten beléngs to

“About last night, there’s no need for you to investigate it anymore. Just leave it be. With Larry appearing to be in such a hurry, she guessed Maxwell must be close to identify the mastermind behind all of this. The person on the other end went silent, even the background noise of flipping files disappeared.

After a short pause, the man’s restrained voice of anger burst out again: “Rosemary, do you know what you're saying?”