"No need, Grandma."
"Take it."
With Serena right beside them, Belinda didn’t say much and forcefully stuffed the little wooden box into Rosemary’s hands.
"Check it out when you get home."
"Thanks, Grandma."
Rosemary then turned to Louisa and the rest. "Shall we get going?"
"Mom, take care of yourself. We’ll visit whenever we can." Louisa’s voice wavered with emotion as she bid her mother goodbye.
Kenneth reminded her of a few things, his eyes welling up with tears.
David couldn’t help but tease, "Come on, it’s not like we’re saying goodbye forever. If you miss us, fly over to visit, or we’ll fly over to see you. It’s just a twelve-hour journey."
"You little rascal." Louisa chuckled at his antics.
"Grandma, I’m leaving now. Don’t forget to watch my concert online!" David laughed.
"Alright, alright, I’ll watch it on the surveillance camera."
Belinda, unable to get out of bed, could only watch them leave via surveillance cameras.
The private jet sat on the grass just outside the villa.
Sampson personally escorted them to the aircraft stairs, reminding Rosemary before she boarded, "Don’t hesitate to visit, and I’ll find time to visit you too. Call or text us when you’re free."
"Sure, Uncle Sampson. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Rosemary paused at the top of the aircraft stairs, waved towards the camera, and gave her grandmother a parting smile.
Belinda, who was watching the surveillance feed, felt her eyes moisten at this heartwarming gesture.
Rosemary held the wooden box as she entered the private jet’s lounge and sat down on a single-seater sofa.
Serena couldn’t help but steal glances in her direction.
She was curious about what Grandma had given Rosemary and why she couldn’t open it in front of everyone.
Was it something of great value, afraid that she, an "outsider", would see?
Rosemary sensed her gaze and simply put the wooden box into her backpack, closing her eyes to rest.
Twelve hours later.
The jet landed on the landing strip at Reflections Villa. As soon as Rosemary disembarked and her phone was turned on, she was greeted with over a dozen missed calls and more than twenty unread messages.
All saying the same thing.
Logan and Taylor had been in an accident and were currently in critical condition.
Crystal, in an attempt to save them, had been tarnished and was severely injured, hanging on by a thread.
"Rose, hurry over," Clark’s voice message to Rosemary was choked with emotion. "Hope Hospital, third floor."
"Hurry."
"Dad, Mom, I’ll be back shortly." Rosemary immediately ran towards the garage.
"Where are you going?" Before Louisa could react, her daughter was already far away.
In the blink of an eye, a red sports car sped out of the garage, its speed astonishing.
"What’s going on?" Kenneth looked puzzled, watching Rosemary’s disappearing car. "It’s late, and she’s driving so fast. It’s not safe."
"Honey, I have a bad feeling." Louisa instinctively grasped Kenneth’s hand, asking worriedly, "Do you remember when Grannie Grace had a heart attack? Rose drove just as fast. Could something have happened to someone we know? Is that why Rose is in such a hurry?"
"Don’t scare yourself," Kenneth reassured her, though he also felt somewhat worried. "We’ll ask her when she gets back."



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