Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 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.

"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. "I will transfer the money to you shortly. I will ask my assistant to collect the gown from you. Sorry for the trouble!"

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."