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Lizzie cried in self-reproach. "It's my fault for not telling Claire to close the door, otherwise Ezra wouldn't have stumbled in. Those photos were your only memories of Nancy but now..."

Destroyed! She was pleased that the photos were destroyed! Without those photos, Cyrus could only remember Nancy in his memories, but how long could he remember? Memories would eventually fade until he could no longer recall Nancy's face. "It's not your fault." Cyrus snapped back to reality. Lizzie's understanding and generosity made him feel guilty.

For years, Lizzie had been by his side and was attentive to his needs. He shouldn't be thinking of someone from the past anymore.

Cyrus looked at Lizzie and asked a question he had never asked before. "Do you regret marrying me?"

Regret? How could she possibly regret it? Everything she had done back then, open and in secret, was to seize the opportunity to marry him.

Lizzie shook her head. "I only regret not having done my best when you had me take care of Nancy. Nancy..."

Was Lizzie still blaming herself even after all these years? Cyrus reached out.

When Lizzie leaned in, he gripped her hands in his palm and said, "It's not your fault. I'm responsible for her death. If I had agreed to the divorce when she asked, she and Ezra would still be doing fine."

Lizzie remained silent. He would never know what she had done to him and Nancy back then. Lizzie managed to appease Cyrus with just a few words, but deep in her heart, Rose lingered.

At dawn when Cyrus was asleep, Lizzie slipped out of the room and went to a secluded spot in the Finch Manor garden. She dialed a number.

"You must know Rose well! I want to know Rose's weakness. You'll tell me, won't you?" Lizzie squinted.

Though her words were phrased as a question, her tone left no room for objection. It was as if she was sure that the person on the other end wouldn't disappoint her.

"I know her better than anyone else!" The woman's voice on the other end was filled with undisguised hatred at the mention of Rose.

She hissed, almost gritting her teeth, "Rose's biggest weakness is her mother!"

Lizzie frowned. "My investigation shows her mother died long ago in a car accident."

"She indeed died in a car accident, but her death remains Rose's weak spot. She's always been fixated on her mother's death, and she's still investigating what happened back then." Lizzie sensed something and smiled. "Are you saying her mother's death was not an accident?"Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Who knows?" The voice paused slightly. The woman dared not reveal that Rose's deceased mother was the missing daughter of the Youngs.

As she understood the reason behind Lizzie's inquiry, she added, "It's enough to know she cares about her mother's death, isn't it?"

Indeed! Lizzie laughed coldly. "Alright. Thank you for telling me this."

Just as she was about to hang up, the woman on the other end suddenly called out, "Mrs. Finch... When can I leave this place?"

The woman's hand tightened around the phone, and her voice sounded urgent.

"You may leave when you're ready."

They ended the call, and before returning to her room, Lizzie picked a bouquet from the garden. Celeste's death... Ha, Lizzie knew exactly how to make Rose come to her.

In an empty room, a woman sat on a hospital bed surrounded by stark whiteness. Her head was wrapped in bandages and only revealed her eyes.

She slowly raised her hand and

touched the bandages on her face with her hand trembling slightly. The words from the call echoed in her mind. "You may leave when you're ready."

"When I'm ready..." the woman murmured. She understood what Lizzie meant.

A sinister smile appeared in her eyes.

"Rose, I'm almost ready. Just wait for me!" She was going to destroy everything Rose was about to have!

...

It was morning when Rose and Jonathan returned to the hospital.

The morning light seeped through the window and cast onto Ezra's face. Worried that the light might be uncomfortable for Ezra, Jonathan immediately drew the drapes.

"Don't worry too much. He will wake up," Rose gently reassured Jonathan, whose brow was furrowed with concern.

Jonathan had full trust in Noel's medical skills and knew Ezra would wake up, but what would Ezra be like when he did? Jonathan felt a vague unease.

Ezra slept for several days. The wound on Rose's forehead gradually healed as she moved between hospitals of the Finch and Young Group.

Yvonne remained bedridden, but every time Rose visited, she would smile to put Rose at ease. But one day, Rose saw her in tears.

As Rose entered the ward, she saw

Yvonne looking at something. Before she could find out what it was, Yvonne noticed her and quickly hid what she was holding. Even a slight movement caused great pain

to her injured hand.

She managed to hide the item under the blanket, but a corner was still visible. It was a group photo of a dance troupe. Rose's heart tensed upon seeing the photo.

"Rosie, why are you so early today? Look at your dark circles, did you not sleep well last night?" Yvonne's radiant smile still bore traces of tears.

Rose felt her heart ache for Yvonne as she approached to hug her. Yvonne's smile stiffened. She knew Rose had seen it, but...

"Rosie, the doctor said that if I do my rehabilitation well after I get out of bed, I'll definitely get better. Then I can get back on stage," Yvonne said cheerfully.

When she was out of Rose's sight, she struggled to maintain her smile, but she failed even after several attempts.

She knew her body all too well. Even if there was a chance of recovery, returning to the stage seemed impossible.

She had lost hope, but that shouldn't be the same for Rose. so she pretended to be optimistic and cheerful by keeping it all to herself.

They had grown up together and shared a deep bond, so Rose knew Yvonne too well to be fooled by her act. She gritted her teeth and forced a smile.

"Eve, you'll definitely get back on stage. That's a promise."

Her heart ached at seeing the wilting white tulips by the bedside. She silently vowed that she would not watch the bright flower that once lit up the stage wither away. After Yvonne fell asleep, Rose left the hospital and went to a flower shop. She chose Yvonne's favorite tulips.

Just as she was about to leave the

shop, she saw some familiar faces of lively ladies full of energy like Yvonne used to be. Rose recognized them as Yvonne's colleagues from the dance troupe. FindNovel

"I wonder whose flower picked today will catch Mr. Jack's eye."