For a moment, Rose thought she must have misheard.
She never would have imagined that the blame for Samantha’s fall down the stairs would somehow end up on her shoulders.
Diana had already stepped forward, laughing out of sheer disbelief.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Have you lost your mind in broad daylight?"
Leaning comfortably against her pillow, Samantha appeared calm and magnanimous.
"Rose knows exactly what I’m talking about. The timing and circumstances are just a little too coincidental. I’m sure everyone here can connect the dots."
"Enough."
Rose squeezed Diana’s hand gently before turning toward Samantha.
Her gaze had never been colder.
"You led Ethan on and then abandoned him. Before your engagement was even officially broken off, you started seeing his cousin. Do I really need to explain how much Isabella hates you?"
They had been tearing each other apart, and now they were trying to pin everything on her?
Even if they were looking for a scapegoat, when had she ever agreed to quietly take the blame?
Her words were blunt.
Far too blunt.
"Led him on."
"Started seeing his cousin."
The room instantly grew tense.
Was Rose really speaking this openly in front of Ryan?
Was this how they usually interacted as husband and wife?
James couldn’t help glancing at Ryan.
Ryan remained leaning against the window frame, his eyes calmly fixed on Rose.
Neither angry nor pleased.
Not even slightly annoyed by her sharp tongue.
James shrugged inwardly.
He understood.
This was simply the calm before the storm.
Ryan would never let Samantha’s injury slide so easily.
"Watch your language."
A trace of displeasure flashed across Samantha’s face.
"I didn’t want to make a big issue out of this. But I didn’t expect you to show up at my hospital room demanding that I return to work while I’m injured, using professional responsibility to pressure me morally. Under those circumstances, I don’t see any reason to spare your feelings."
Rose almost laughed.
In fact, she did.
Seeing her completely unapologetic expression, Oliver frowned.
"What kind of attitude is that? No matter what, Sam is still your sister. There was no need to make such a scene."
He shook his head.
"She’s already been generous enough. Even if your marriage isn’t going well, that doesn’t give you the right to break the law. This is intentional assault."
Truthfully, Oliver hadn’t disliked Rose before.
At most, he found her calculating.
But she was Ryan’s wife, and he had never cared enough to argue with her.
Now things were different.
Samantha had saved his grandfather.
Naturally, he couldn’t stand by while she was being bullied.
A mocking smile curved across Rose’s lips.
"How noble of you."
Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"If you’re accusing me of pushing her, where’s the evidence? Want to call the police? Go ahead. I’ll cooperate fully."
She looked around the room.
"Do you think New Hope installed security cameras for decoration?"
As she spoke, her gaze shifted toward Ryan.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t mocking herself a little.
Seven years of marriage.
Didn’t he know her character by now?
Or was Samantha’s word simply enough to outweigh everything else?
She didn’t need him to defend her.
At the very least—
Ryan lifted his eyes and met her gaze.
"The incident happened in the emergency stairwell. That section is currently under renovation and has no surveillance coverage."
His tone was calm.
Matter-of-fact.
He wasn’t openly accusing her.
Yet somehow, his words felt worse.
He was simply informing her of reality.
Rose stared into his detached eyes.
Even though she no longer cared about him, it still felt as though a needle had lodged itself in her throat.
Was he remaining neutral?
No.
Neutrality wasn’t truly neutral when one side was already being treated as guilty.
Diana immediately sensed Rose’s emotions.
Her eyes reddened with anger.
Pointing at Samantha, she snapped, "Do I really need underhanded tricks to deal with you?"
She laughed coldly. "You’re the mistress. She’s the wife. Isn’t it only natural for the wife to confront the mistress?"
Her voice rose. "Who do you think you are? Forget schemes—even if I beat you up right in front of Ryan, so what?"
Diana was completely furious.
She strode toward the bed, intending to drag Samantha off it by her hair.
She had never felt so humiliated before.
And all of it was because of Rose.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid