Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 110

Rosemary had intended to see just how shameless Larry could be, to boldly spout such incredulous lies. But the waiter swung the door open for her, and the three people inside all turned their heads to look at her almost simultaneously.

Rosemary walked in with a smile and took a seat next to Maxwell. She would have preferred to sit somewhere else, but that was the only empty spot in the private room.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

Maxwell’s lips curled into a slight smile. “We’re talking about the close bond you and your sister share, how you’ve always doted on her.”

He was thoroughly familiar with Rosemary’s family situation, from when her mother passed away, to when the stepmother entered the family, even to the details of when Larry punished her for Stacey, or even the exact dates she skipped school.

Rosemary looked up to see Larry staring at her nervously, as though he would rather answer on her behalf.

“Yeah, we’re close. After all, after so many years, she is still alive and well,” she said blandly.

Larry’s face relaxed a bit with the first half of her sentence, but tensed up like a drum at her second half, “What are you blabbering about in front of Maxwell? Don’t make yourself the laughing stock.”

“He’s my husband, that makes us family. If we’re family, there’s no need to be so wary, even weighing our words,” Rosemary was in high spirits, well aware of Larry’s motives. He was trying to play on familial affection, hoping Maxwell would help Stacey solve her trouble because they were family.

So, with her next words in mind, she smiled even more innocently: “Or should I say, Daddy, you don’t really consider Maxwell as family but rather a cash cow, which is why you’re catering to him in every possible way?”

“Shut your mouth,” Larry fumed, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out, his hand on the table clenching into a fist, shaking uncontrollably with the force.

Stacey was patting his back to calm him down, her eyes red and teary, a mix of urgency, anger, and hurt, “Sister, how can you talk to Dad like that?”

“With that low tolerance for pressure, why are you even sitting here?” Rosemary’s surface laughter faded, revealing her impatience and indifference.

Before Stacey could spit out harsher words, Larry immediately stopped her, knowing that playing the family card wouldn’t work on Rosemary. Therefore, he cut to the chase: “You must know about your sister’s troubles. Come up with a condition, let Maxwell help sort this out for her. The debt collectors are ruthless, and if she can’t pay up, they might drive her to her grave!”

He would have preferred to go straight to Maxwell if he could, but he knew that despite being Rosemary’s biological father, without a word from Rosemary, no matter how much he pleaded with Greenwood, this man wouldn’t pay him the slightest attention.

Rosemary’s hand resting on her knee curled unconsciously, her eyes glazing over, her voice wavering, “You’ll agree to any condition?”

Larry gritted his teeth: “Yes.”

Stacey’s tears flowed, “Dad.”

As Rosemary watched the touching scene unfold, Rosemary felt a pang of heartache. Yet she couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter, “Don’t make it so dramatic, like we’re parting life and death. I didn’t say I’d help.”

She really wanted to ask Larry: When you were worried about Stacey being hounded to death by debt collectors, why weren’t you worried when you used my ID to take out a loan with high interest? Why didn’t you worry I might be hounded to death?

But then she realized it pointless. If he had been concerned, he wouldn’t have done such things, nor would he have run off with only his wife and Stacey.

Rosemary: “I won’t help, and I can’t.“

She turned to Maxwell, who had been silent throughout, “And you better not help either. Even if you do, I won’t acknowledge it.”