Chapter 842

"Stop it!" Lillian snapped at Reginald, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.

"Absolute rubbish! Rosalind would never abandon Lucian! Sure, Genevieve has been by his side these past three years, but Rosalind took care of me when no one else would. When I lost my mother and my brother wasn't there, she gave me a home.

She brought me from Willowbrook to Metropolia and enrolled me in school. Every single day, she drove me there and back. For three years, she poured her heart into raising me. And it wasn't just her—her parents treated me like their own daughter, showering me with nothing but kindness.

Rosalind isn't just my sister—she's my future sister-in-law. I love and respect her with everything in me, and I won't let any of you speak ill of her!"

Reginald fell silent.

It was true—Rosalind had done so much for Lillian. Without her, Lillian wouldn’t be the woman she was today.

Lucian placed gentle hands on Lillian’s shoulders. "You've misunderstood. Genevieve and I are just friends."

Lillian searched his eyes. "Really? You don’t have feelings for her?"

His answer came swift and firm. "None. She’s only ever been a friend to me."

Genevieve’s fists clenched at her sides. She had always known Lucian didn’t return her feelings. In all these years, he had never given her false hope. Yet she loved him anyway—helplessly, hopelessly.

Lillian pressed further. "If you don’t love her, then why do you let Rosalind suffer because of her?"

A shadow flickered in Lucian’s eyes. It wasn’t him causing Rosalind pain—she was the one who had hurt him.

"I know you care deeply for Rosalind, but she doesn’t love me anymore. She won’t be your sister-in-law," he said quietly.

"Who says she doesn’t love you? She came looking for you today."

What?

Lucian blinked in shock. "She did?"

Lillian nodded. "Yes, but she never got to see you. Genevieve and that receptionist stopped her at the door and humiliated her."

Lucian’s expression darkened. He turned to Genevieve. "Is this true? Did Rosalind come here? Why wasn’t I told?"

Genevieve paled. "She did come, but you were in a meeting. I didn’t think it was appropriate to interrupt."

"Since when do you decide who I see?" His voice was ice.

Genevieve shrank back under his glare, fingers twisting nervously.

Lucian turned to his assistant. "Where’s my phone?"

The assistant hurriedly handed it over. "Right here, sir."

Lucian unlocked it and saw multiple missed calls from Rosalind. He had been in that meeting, his phone left behind—

Just then, the assistant spoke again. "Mr. Graves, I heard Whitmore Holdings is in trouble. Ms. Fairchild came to ask for your help."

Lillian’s voice turned urgent.

"When our family was struggling, Rosalind and her parents never abandoned us. Have you forgotten their kindness in our darkest hour? Now that she needs you, how can you not be there for her?"