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    The mounting pressures only intensified Isabe’s anger, pushing her further toward a breaking point.


    Though angry, she still agreed to Rosie’s demands.


    Once the call ended, Alec instructed Isabe, “When you go there, whatever Miss Harper says, just listen. Let her get it all out. Don’t talk back. And don’t forget to ask about the orders she promised us at the banquetst time. She promised to help us, yet we’ve seen nothing from her. Make sure she doesn’t go back on her word.”


    Isabe responded with a huff, visibly irritated by her father’s words, “Why must I always endure this? It’s not my fault she faced public ridicule; that was her own doing.”


    Turning to face her family, she said sharply, “What do you mean we’ve seen nothing from her? Didn’t she connect us with several sales representatives? It’s not her fault you couldn’t seal any deals. Don’t say she hasn’t given us any help.”


    With a final piercing nce at her family, Isabe grabbed her belongings and stormed out.


    Alec’s expression darkened with frustration as he turned to Ruby, saying, “Look at her, challenging me like that. Does she forget who is providing for her now? She’s as ungrateful as Brenna, both of them failing to show any gratitude. She is about to marry Denis now and shows no respect for us anymore. We must not raise another…”


    Ungrateful child.”


    Ruby, feeling a mix of despair and resignation, suggested a different approach to Alec.


    “We should seek out Brenna and offer a heartfelt apology. I think she holds more sway within the Harper family than Rosie. With her help, our family might return to its former glory.”


    Alec responded with visible irritation, “If you think that will work, go ahead and do it yourself. I simply can’t bring myself to do it.”


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    Just then, Mack said, “Mom, you should be the one to handle this. Dad and I, being men, find it difficult to express certain sentiments. It seems more fitting for you to do this.”


    He then handed Ruby her phone, saying, “Here, Mom, call Brenna right away and set up a meeting with her.”


    Isabe made her way to the hospital where Rosie was recovering. Upon opening the ward’s door, she was greeted by a sharp scent of disinfectant.


    As Isabe entered, she was abruptly soaked by a deluge of slop from above,pletely drenching her.


    Her hair and clothes clung to bits of leftover food, emitting a terrible smell. There she stood, her eyes clenched shut, too humiliated to utter a sound.


    Rosie sat on the hospital bed and burst into loud, uncontrobleughter. For the first time in ages, a weight had lifted off her chest. She was no longer the only one fate had it out for. “This is so funny…” All the rage and bitterness she had bottled up finally released. The storm inside her had quieted, and in its ce came a strange sense of relief, even a hint of triumph.


    She turned a sharp gaze on Isabe, convinced Isabe hadn’t paid nearly enough. She had not only been poured on with slop but also subjected to endless online harassment. Isabe hadn’t faced any online harassment at all. A cold, calcting look crossed Rosie’s face as she started to devise a way to humiliate Isabe more.


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