Chapter 141 What Exactly
Is Your Plan Here
As the hospital room door creaked open, the figure on the bed instinctively shrank beneath the blanket, as if
hiding could make her disappear.
Renee stepped inside, her footsteps light, but with every step closer, she could see the blanket quivering like
leaves in a storm.
Sensing the tension in the air, she kept her distance, not wanting to startle the girl further.
By the doorway, Sally and Nixon lingered anxiously, hesitating to enter.
“Rosa,” Renee called, her voice calm yet firm.
The trembling halted. Under the blanket, Rosa lay utterly still, as though holding her breath, straining to
recognize the voice.
Renee called out again, softer this time. “Rosa, it’s me.”
“Re… Renee…” A muffled whisper came from beneath the covers.
Renee had never been particularly fond of Rosa. They weren’t blood relatives, and their relationship had always
been distant at best. Ever since Sally married into the Carter family, Renee had moved out to live with Johnny,
crossing paths with Rosa only on holidays.
“Take off the blanket,” Renee instructed, her tone leaving little room for argument.
A heavy silence settled in the room–one second, two seconds, three…
At the doorway, Sally’s red–rimmed eyes glistened with urgency. They had exhausted every possible way, consulted the best doctors in town, and yet not a single one could offer a solution. It wasn’t a physical issue but a psychological one–one that required emotional healing, not prescriptions. And Renee, unwillingly or not,
was their last hope.
“If you won’t take it off, I’m leaving,” Renee declared, turning on her heel as if she truly meant it.
Sally flinched, instinctively moving to stop Renee, but before she could, a small movement came from the bed.
A corner of the blanket lifted.
“Renee…” Rosa peeked out hesitantly.
Renee turned back, her gaze cool and unreadable.
The moment Rosa saw her, her lips trembled. Like a child who had been scolded by the world, she finally broke
down in front of someone she thought she could trust.
“Renee… It’s really you…” She sobbed uncontrollably.
Renee blinked, taken aback. She watched as Rosa stretched out her arms, reaching for comfort like a lost child
seeking shelter.
What was Rosa doing? Was she… expecting a hug?
This wasn’t something Renee had prepared herself for.
Meanwhile, Rosa continued to weep.
Renee felt an oncoming headache.
“Renee, can you hold her?” Sally’s voice wavered from behind, almost pleading.
Under normal circumstances, Renee would have thrown a biting remark. Did Sally really think Renee would comply just because she asked nicely? Where did she get the nerve?
Renee sometimes found Rosa a bit dramatic and pretentious, believing her greatest flaw was simply being
Sally’s daughter.
But Sally? Sally was a different story. Renee despised her. The woman had orchestrated her downfall in the Carter family, manipulating Nixon to push her out. Over the years, Sally had stirred up enough trouble to last a lifetime. Frankly, the fact that Renee was even standing here to help Sally’s daughter was a miracle in itself.
“Renee…” Rosa whimpered, tears and snot streaking down her face in a pitiful mess.
Renee grimaced. Disgusting. She strode over, yanked a couple of tissues from the box, and dabbed them against Rosa’s tear–streaked face with the efficiency of someone wiping down a dirty countertop.
“Rosa, don’t you love looking pretty? Right now, you look downright hideous.”
Any other day, Rosa would have thrown a tantrum if someone dared to call her ugly. But now? She let out a weak chuckle, sniffling as she leaned in for Renee to wipe her face, as if she were some pampered princess.
Renee stared at her in disbelief. Was this girl seriously treating her like a maid now?
With an exasperated sigh, Renee tossed the tissues into the trash bin and folded her arms. Her tone was colder now, laced with irritation. “I heard you’re refusing to eat, nor will you listen to the doctors? Rosa, what exactly is your plan here?”
