Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 1040

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1039

"You have no right to talk about my childhood." Serena suddenly burst out, "If you could treat me so well back then, why can’t you do the same now? Why did everything change when Rosemary came back??"

They could have loved and valued her just like they did in their childhood, but they chose not to.

In the end, it was all about favoring their own flesh and blood!!

"Rose suffered outside for eighteen years, what’s wrong with us wanting to make it up to her??" Bernard said with deep pain, "Are we supposed to neglect her and only be nice to you? Is that what you call fair???"

"You shower her with a hundred candies, but toss only a few my way, is that your idea of fairness??" Serena cried out in anguish, "Just because you think she never tasted candies before, that she should be compensated with a hundred at once. because I’ve had my share in the past, you give me just a few? You think that these few should be enough for me, that I should be content and grateful. that I shouldn’t feel any sense of loss, right???"

Bernard looked at her disappointedly, "In the past, you had more than a hundred candies. You grew up carefree and happy, never worrying about food or clothing, while Rose was dependent on the kindness of strangers, enduring hardship. You were the darling of the family, living in luxury, with people shielding you from the storms of life; Rose had to fend for herself. You got into high society through family connections easily, while Rose made it through her own painstaking efforts, step by hard-earned step."

As Bernard said this, he continued with deep sorrow, "We owe her so much, and giving her only a hundred candies, and you think that’s too much??"

Serena fell silent.

"Or do you think that she shouldn’t have come back to this family, that we should treat you, who has no blood relation, as if you were our own? Would that be fair to you??"

Serena seemed to be struck by his words, which revealed the darkest thoughts in her heart. She remained quiet for a while before finally saying, "It’s useless whatever you say now. I gave you a chance, and you didn’t cherish it. Since you’re so eager to make it up to her, go to hell and make it up there!"

She pressed a button on her wheelchair, intending to turn and leave, but then stopped as something occurred to her, "Oh, and those Chesters, she had dealt with them before, but this time, she’s facing an upgraded version now. I do hope she lasts a while; otherwise, it’s no fun!"

With those words, Serena left contentedly.

Blood from the head and ears indicated the assailant’s blows were incredibly forceful.

To be able to beat someone like this with bare hands.

Even twisted his neck.

What kind of brute strength did the assailant have??

She then glanced at the security chief, Amos, whose death was equally tragic. After a long silence, she stood up and made her way to the church.

Lurking in the shadows, Jack whispered to his men, "When we leave, you two bring Amos and Cookie into the car. The boss wants to give them a grand funeral."

"Jack, how did you know?" one of his men were surprised. They had indeed seen the boss linger by the bodies of the two for a while, but she hadn’t said a word, not even a glance at them. How did Jack understand the boss’ intentions? Knew to bring the bodies back for a grand funeral? How did Jack figure it out?

"This is called tacit understanding!" Jack seemed somewhat proud, proud of the unique rapport he had developed between him and the boss over the many years!

Rosemary stepped into the dilapidated church. It was empty and desolate, clearly having been abandoned for a long time, with dust settling over everything.

Several large, old stained-glass windows let in a grim light. Overhead, a grand chandelier swayed gently in the wind. The entire church was lit dimly by the light from the worn sconces mounted on the several pillars.

In the center of the church, a few steps led to an altar where Serena and her underlings were.

Serena, sitting in her wheelchair, looked down from her elevated position with a smug grin at Rosemary. "You’ve come?"

Five meters from the altar, Rosemary’s grandparents were tied to a pillar on the left, while three bodyguards were bound to another nearby. Her parents were restrained against a pillar on the right. Between them lay a narrow aisle.

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