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Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 181

Murray had a splitting headache every time Shelby went on one of her tirades.

And just the mention of "Roseanne" made him tense up involuntarily.

After coming back from a trip to the Maldives, Murray had sent her countless texts from various numbers, all of which vanished into thin air.

He had no choice but to go to her place, not once, not twice, but multiple times...

The frustration of not being able to find someone anywhere was driving him up the wall.

Little did he expect to hear about her again from Hertha...

"What did you say? What's this about Roseanne?"

"Of course, it's about her! She ranked first! First, you hear me?! Ms. Payne is only taking three students this year, and I ended up being the fourth!"

If it weren't for Roseanne, she would have moved up a spot.

The feeling of getting so close after 99 steps, only to fail at the last one, left her frustrated, resentful, and defiant.

Murray was stunned. "…You mean, she got in?"

"Yeah! And with flying colors! Happy now? She leaves you, thrives, and now she's about to be a graduate student at Kingswell University! Regretting now? Why didn't you keep a closer eye on her then? Letting her out to ruin my chances!"

As Hertha spoke, she broke down in tears.

"You had her caged for six years, couldn't you have just held on a little longer? Now look, your lady has flown the coop, and she'll only get further away from you..."

"Shut up!" Murray, like a beast provoked, fixed her with a menacing glare, "If you didn't do well, it's on you, nobody else! I don't want to hear this again, or else—"

The room fell eerily silent, Hertha frightened by his gaze, and it was only when Beverley came in that the tension was somewhat diffused.

She scanned the mess on the floor, frowned slightly, and then seeing her daughter cowering, felt a mixture of dissatisfaction and anger.

She had overheard the siblings' conversation from outside.

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