Garvit gritted his teeth in frustration.
Leaning over, Rosalie tugged his sleeve lightly, whispering, "Don't provoke him anymore."
Seeing this, a lump rose in Garvit's throat, nearly bringing him to tears.
These days, Rosalie had avoided being seen in Wolcott's presence.
In fact, if Wolcott were mobile, he would have surely given Rosalie a good beating.
Despite tending to Wolcott, Rosalie dared not even utter a peep these days.
In the past, when had Rosalie ever demeaned herself to this point?
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Goodnight! The disparity between before and now could be described as a contrast as vast as heaven and earth.
Garvit had fallen from his celebrated status to the position of lowering his head in subservience.
All of this was the fault of Cerillo and his mother!
