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Harriette wondered if Rose had discovered Kelly's death. The truth was that Kelly was indeed gone, and in her place stood Harriette, the eldest daughter of the Young family.

Harriette gently touched her face and throat, feeling the changes she had undergone. To become Harriette, she had not only undergone plastic surgery arranged by Lizzie but also purposefully damaged her vocal cords. All she had done deserved to be compensated accordingly, and the compensation she sought was...

Gazing out at the balcony, she recalled her initial shock upon entering the Young Estate. She had to suppress her emotions, using a great deal of effort to immerse herself in the role of "Harriette".

The Young Estate in Aquastead was already grand, but she hadn't expected the Young Estate in Regalia to be even more so. After all, this was the legacy of one of Regalia's three major families. And now, she held the key as its eldest daughter. "Harriette... I am Harriette now, not Kelly..." she mused.

A sly smile played on Harriette's lips as she listened to the sound of Rose returning to her room from the balcony next door. She then whispered softly, "Rose, I'm coming for you."

She would now achieve what Kelly had never attained as Harriette and this time, with Miles and Lizzie by her side, she was no longer alone in her fight.

...

The following morning, Rose was greeted by Miles and Harriette's laughter as she descended the stairs. The blend of Harriette's hoarse voice and Miles' deep tone hung strangely in the air.

Observing the tenderness in Miles' eyes, she wondered if he felt pity for the supposed hardships Harriette had endured over the years.

"Rosie, you're awake," Harriette said, her bright smile warm and inviting. "Miles said this was your favorite breakfast. Come. It's ready for you."

"Thanks," Rose replied, taking a seat.

Throughout the meal, Harriette kept reminiscing with Miles about the past, repeatedly mentioning Jonathan's name. Every time she did, that photograph from the past would flash in Rose's mind, leaving her feeling inexplicably uneasy. "Rosie, I heard you're into design. I studied design too. Maybe we can share some ideas sometime!" Harriette had shifted her focus to Rose at some point, her tone light and friendly.

Rose snapped back to reality, smiling as she replied, "Sure."

"Miles, aren't we running late?" Harriette inquired, glancing at the time.

Miles indulged her with a smile. "It's our family's company. A bit of tardiness won't hurt."

"But it's my first day at Young Group. I don't want to be late," Harriette pouted, her peculiar voice oddly harmonious with her coquettish demeanor.

Rose was mildly surprised by the revelation of Harriette's new role at Young Group, but she concealed it effectively.

Remembering that Yvonne had a scheduled rehabilitation session that morning, she finished her breakfast quickly to prepare for it.

After bidding farewell to Miles and Harriette, Rose retreated to her room to change into fresh attire before heading out.

Outside the Young Estate, Jonathan stood by a luxury car, waiting for Rose.

"Jonathan..."

A raspy voice rang out, prompting Jonathan to look up. He spotted Miles and Harriette walking out of the estate together. Upon seeing him, Harriette released Miles' arm and ran toward Jonathan. For a fleeting instant, Jonathan saw an echo of the past-Harriette running to him just like that. The memory was brief, and he swiftly brushed it aside, his expression hardening as she drew near.

Perhaps sensing the coldness radiating from him, the woman who had initially wanted to throw herself into Jonathan's arms hesitated, stopping just short of doing so.

Harriette stopped in her tracks just as she was about to reach Jonathan and lifted her face into a bright smile, trying to replicate the expressions she had seen in the old photos. She gazed at him and said, "Hi, Jonathan. Long time no see."

Jonathan furrowed his brow. "Didn't we just see each other yesterday? Have you already forgotten, Ms. Young?"

Harriette faltered, a shadow of unease crossing her eyes. "Yes, we did, but there were so many people... it's not like today."

"And what about our encounter at the hotel?" Jonathan's tone remained detached and composed.

His attitude clearly rubbed Miles the wrong way as he approached from the side, displeasure evident in his expression.

"Jonathan, this is Harriette!" He glared at Jonathan as if reminding him of something significant.

Yet, Jonathan was unfazed. "I know she's Harriette, the eldest daughter of the Young family. We did cross paths at the hotel, didn't we?" "You..."

"Miles..."

Miles' face hardened with frustration. Just as he was about to speak further, Harriette interjected with her characteristic gentleness.

"Miles, I did bump into Jonathan. I recognized him immediately, but..." Her voice wavered, and a hint of sadness flickered in her eyes. "I wasn't ready to return to the Young family. I couldn't let him recognize me and I was even more terrified of him hearing my voice."

"Etta..." Miles felt a pang of grief in his heart. He couldn't conceal his sorrow whenever her damaged voice was mentioned.

However, Jonathan maintained a faint smile. "But haven't you let me hear it now?" he asked, indifferent.

"Jonathan..."

"Miles..."

Two voices sounded, and Jonathan saw Rose emerge from the doorway at that moment. His icy demeanor instantly melted, replaced by a nearly palpable warmth. He smoothly maneuvered past Miles and Harriette, swiftly making his way toward Rose. "Wifey..." Jonathan's voice was low, yet Rose immediately tensed upon hearing it. She glared at him.

"Don't call me that!"

Her gaze flicked past Jonathan, observing Harriette and Miles standing behind him. She instinctively tried to keep her marriage to Jonathan a secret.

Understanding her concerns,

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Jonathan consoled himself by acknowledging that while Rose might not want to publicly reveal their relationship, there was indeed unwelcome company around, and it would be best to avoid unnecessary complications. He decided to let it be.

"Are you heading back to the hospital? Let me give you a ride," he said, walking beside Rose with a charming smile.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The Young family had no shortage of cars, and Patrick had already instructed the driver to fetch one from the garage. Rose only needed to wait.

She glanced at Jonathan. "Is the industrious Mr. Finch suddenly free from his usual duties?"

"That's right! I'm so free that I'm bored out of my mind. So, Ms. Shaffer, would you grace me with the opportunity to be your driver today?" Jonathan inquired, his tone laced with charm as he leaned in closer.

With his ridiculously handsome face mere inches away, his flawless skin accentuated his already impeccable features. Rose felt her heart betray her with a sudden, unexpected flutter.

"No, I-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Jonathan's hand had already wrapped around hers. His grip was firm yet gentle, and his smile held a hint of possessiveness as he led her toward his car.

In one smooth motion, he opened

the car door and practically forced Rose into the passenger seat before closing the door swiftly behind her. The entire process happened so quickly that Rose found herself sitting in the car before she even had time to react.

"Wait a minute... I was planning to refuse him. Didn't he get that?" she thought.

"Excuse me. Could you please step aside?" Jonathan's smooth voice cut through her thoughts as he spoke to someone outside the car.

Rose looked through the window and watched as Miles and Harriette stepped aside, allowing Jonathan to slide into the driver's seat. His flawless face looked as perfect as ever from every angle. He turned to her. "Your seatbelt..." he said.

Before Rose could grasp his words, Jonathan's handsome face was suddenly closer, leaning toward her.