Chapter 31
“When Ms. Gold went into your room today, I specifically told her not to touch the box on the bedside because you treasured it.
” Wilma said, her eyes briefly flicking to Rosalind, whose frustration was evident.
Wilma referred to Anna as “Young Madam” on purpose, hoping to provoke Rosalind into revealing the truth.
“I threw that box away,” Rosalind blurted out, unable to hide her anger.
“Where did you throw it?” Justin’s voice was cold, his face dark with fury.
“Justin, why do you care so much about what Anna gave you? You’re already divorced, and I’m your new fiancée! Why do you still treasure the things she gave you? Have you ever thought about my feelings?” Rosalind’s voice wavered with fake tears, trained to evoke sympathy.
Justin ignored her emotional outburst.
“Where did you throw it?” “In the backyard’s trash can,” Rosalind answered, her voice soft, expecting that would end it.
Justin didn’t hesitate.
He rushed to the backyard, rain soaking through his clothes.
He rolled up his sleeves and began digging through the trash can with single-minded determination.
“Justin! Stop looking for it! It’s filthy!” Rosalind called out from the corridor, but Justin didn’t stop.
Filthy? To Justin, the idea of filth was nothing new.
He had lived through worse when he was young—an illegitimate child, struggling in the streets, digging through trash for scraps to survive.
His past had forged him into someone who didn’t shy away from dirt.
Finally, Justin found the box.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips, but his expression changed instantly when he opened it.
The contents of the box—the suit that had once been flawless—was now torn to pieces, ruined beyond recognition.
Justin’s hands trembled slightly as he stared at the destruction.
His eyes burned with anger, and he turned toward Rosalind, his gaze cold and unforgiving.
Rosalind recoiled at the look in his eyes.
She was terrified by the emotionless way he was staring at her, unable to breathe under the weight of his fury.
Justin didn’t say anything.