Chapter 140 I’m Begging
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“Ms. Carter, that couple is here again…” the nanny informed Rence as she played with Felix in the game room.
Renee’s brows knitted together. What exactly was Nixon trying to pull this time?
“Send them away.”
The nanny hesitated, looking uneasy. “They won’t leave. They’re waiting downstairs and insisting on seeing you.”
A sharp wave of irritation surged through Renee. “Stay here with Felix. I’ll go see what they want.”
She rose to her feet, seething with anger, and stormed downstairs.
The moment she appeared, Nixon and Sally, who had been sitting stiffly on the sofa, scrambled to their feet.
Their reaction put Renee on high alert. Something was definitely off.
“What is this about?” she demanded.
Sally nudged Nixon, urging him in a hushed voice, “You tell her.”
Renee scoffed. “Spare me the theatrics. It doesn’t matter who talks. If you’re here to ask for a favor, forget it.
My answer is no.”
Sally grew flustered, tugging at Nixon’s hand in silent desperation.
Nixon inhaled deeply, forcing down his pride. “We need you to visit Rosa at the hospital. She’s not doing well. The doctor said… someone she could trust at this point should talk to her.”
With that, he clamped his mouth shut, unwilling to say another word.
Renee was unimpressed. “So? Go find that someone for her. Why are you here bothering me?”
Nixon averted his gaze, unwilling to explain further.
Sally’s frustration mounted as she turned to him, silently pleading for him to say more.
But he remained silent, refusing to lower himself before Renee–his own daughter.
“Nixon! You…” Sally’s voice cracked as tears spilled down her face.
Renee felt a headache coming on. She was two seconds away from throwing them both out.
“Rosa is in bad shape,” Sally finally blurted out. “She’s been calling for you. The doctor said… that she was emotionally unstable. She might try to kill herself…”
“Calling for me? Do you even hear how ridiculous that sounds? Rosa, of all people, calling for me? You must
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have the wrong person.” Renee let out a sharp laugh.
“Just go see her already! Stop wasting time!” Nixon snapped, his patience wearing thin. He tried to assert his authority as her father, his voice heavy with demand.
But before he could continue, Sally smacked him on the back. “Why are you yelling? Renee never said she wouldn’t go! Why be so harsh?”
Renee scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “Let me make this crystal clear–I’m not going. And spare me the good cop, bad cop routine. That won’t work on me.”
“Did you hear that, Sally?” Nixon seethed, pointing an accusing finger at Renee. “What did I do to deserve a daughter like this?” He then turned to Renee and added, “If it weren’t for you, would Rosa be in this state? And you still won’t tell us who did this to her! Was it one of your troublemaking friends? Stop covering for them!”
Renee’s lips curled into a sneer. “Oh? So now you’re saying I personally dragged Rosa to that party and shoved her into some man’s bed? Nixon, do you really believe any sane person would do that?”
“You-!”
“Enough!” Sally cut in, gripping Nixon’s arm before he could lash out further. Then, turning to Renee, she pleaded through her tears, “Renee, please… I’m begging you. Save Rosa. Just go see her, even if it’s just for five minutes, OK? Since she woke up, she won’t let anyone near her. She keeps calling for you. The doctor says she’s in a terrible state. She hasn’t eaten or had a sip of water in days. If this keeps up…”
Her voice broke, and she choked on a sob, unable to finish.
Rosa had always been the apple of Sally’s eye. She had always been the cherished one, the one her mother would do anything for. Every time Renee witnessed Sally’s devotion to Rosa, a thought crept into her mind–if her own mother had been alive, would she have been loved just like that? Would she have been cherished like
a princess, too?
