Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 21

Fitch wouldn't dare ask Maxwell for help even if he had the chance. He was thinking women are soft-hearted, and that was why he dropped to his knees in front of Rosemary the moment he walked in, "Mrs. Templeton, Mr. Templeton is mad because of you. If you don't forgive me, even if I offer my life in front of Mr. Templeton as an apology, he won't let me off the hook!"

Rosemary was in a rush to get to work and didn't have time to listen to his blabber, "I can't help you with this."

She sidestepped him and made for the door.

Seeing his last chance slipping away, Fitch panicked, instinctively reaching to grab Rosemary's leg. But the moment his fingers brushed the hem of her pants, he had a lightbulb moment and forcefully withdrew his hand.

Looking up, he was right to see Maxwell's gaze fixed on his outstretched hand - not terrifying, but so heavy it made him shiver to his core!

Maxwell frowned at Rosemary, "Mom has to undergo a thorough check-up at the hospital later; you should come with me."

"I have to work." She was actually worried about Pearl's condition too, but taking leave from the studio right after starting there would look bad, "Just let me know when the results are in."

Maxwell watched her walk away, his tone icy, "So, your janitor job is more important than Mom's health?"

Without breaking stride or explaining the janitor situation, Rosemary quipped, "In a couple of days, I should start calling her 'Mrs. Pearl Templeton'."

What she said was a fact, yet in Maxwell's ears, her words twisted to mean - they were getting a divorce, and his mother's situation was no longer her concern.

Lately, whenever Rosemary saw him, “divorce” was the word she brought up the most. Now, Maxwell's impatience was evident as he sneered, "Even if she had raised a dog for three years, it would stick by her side, wagging its tail."

At that, Rosemary turned back, wondering where he got the nerve to accuse her of ingratitude. During Pearl's health struggles over the last three years, she was the one signing hospital forms, bustling about taking care of everything. Compared to her, Maxwell, her own son, was the one acting like a stray dog, wasn't he?

She coolly eyed Maxwell, "Yeah, you're right; even a dog knows to wag its tail. I've catered to you for three years, and it's not even as good as raising a dog."

This woman was quite the master at turning the tables!

Rosemary pulled open the door and left the suite straight away. After exiting the club, she hailed a cab to Heritage Revive Studio.

On the way, she called Yolanda to check in, "How are your injuries?"

Fitch's kicks last night were merciless, landing heavily on her, looking quite alarming.

On the other end, Yolanda took a breath and said through gritted teeth, "That bastard, the doctor said I have a fracture and need to heal for a while. I'm going to sue him, but the Night Club definitely won't give me the surveillance footage; it's going to be tough."

Rosemary thought of Fitch's pathetic state just earlier; whether she sued him or not, he was done for.

"First, get a medical report on your injuries; I'll figure out the rest."

Yolanda didn't want Rosemary to get into trouble on her account, "Forget it, even if I do sue him, at most he'll be detained for ten days to half a month. I'll find another way to deal with him. Fitch that son of a gun must not have been the first time he's forced himself on a woman; I'll find more evidence."

Rosemary, lacking energy, leaned against the car window, "Yolanda, I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

"What are you talking about? I should thank you for giving me the chance to take out the trash."