Rosalie now had a reason to live—a solid reason. She wants to survive and stay with her daughter.
And now, her main priority was to find Allaistar as quickly as possible.
"Scarlett, my dear daughter," Rosalie murmured softly, delicately raising her hand to caress her daughter's cheek. She felt tight in her chest as she gazed into her daughter's tear-filled eyes.
At that moment, she ceased to care about a few gentlemen in the car who might overhear their conversation. All that mattered was apologizing to her daughter.
"I'm sorry for lying to you... I never disclosed the truth about myself and your father. I even faked my death. Scarlett..." Rosalie struggled to continue, her voice catching in her throat.
Scarlett was stunned, hearing that, leaving her at a loss for words. She gazed away from her, attempting to contain her tears.
