Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 1050 - 1049

When David arrived, he saw a person on the ground being tormented beyond recognition, a shadow of her former self. Without hesitation, he ordered someone to splash saltwater and chili water on her, and Serena’s screams filled the air.

But this was just the beginning.

Time and again, they had given her countless chances, yet she never learned her lesson, only becoming more audacious repetitively.

If she hadn’t brought this upon herself, she would still be the darling daughter of the Collins family, attending Summerfield College, with her beloved Martin by her side, her future bright as day.

The Collins family would have continued to treat her kindly as before, and the Coopers family, seeing this, would have welcomed her into the family as their daughter-in-law.

Even after Martha and Erik had secretly helped her sell off her clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry, if she had just stopped in time, she would still have over a hundred million dollars in her bank account. When she married Martin, the wedding gifts would have easily pushed her net worth over three hundred million dollars.

How many heiresses could boast a fortune of three hundred million.

But she was never satisfied, always stirring trouble, until she ended up with nothing.

Elsewhere.

Rosemary visited her base to check on Jack and Wolf, and the brothers were overjoyed to see her.

Some of the brothers were getting better, some pretended to be in unbearable pain, hoping for their boss’s attention.

Stinger, waking up on his hospital bed, was surprised to find himself alive. He heard from those around him that Rosemary had tried to carry him out of the church just before the explosion, but in the end, it was Romeo who had carried him away to safety.

"Buddy, you should feel lucky being carried by Mr. McMillian. Not just anyone gets that privilege."

"Yeah, what’s it like to be carried by Mr. McMillian? He is the richest man in the world." They teased.

"I’ve already sent their families a sum of money as consolation. They’ll be holding funerals in the next few days, and we should pay our respects."

"Yes, boss."

At Reflections Villa.

A servant rushed in with a report.

"Sir, ma’am, someone just delivered this box, specifically addressed to you. I don’t know what it is. I didn’t get a chance to ask; the person left immediately."

Louisa saw that the servant was holding an exquisitely carved wooden box, slightly larger than an A4 sheet of paper. Kenneth and Louisa recognized it instantly – it was the box they had won at an auction and given to Lucas as a gift.

Lucas had loved collecting such antiquated items. When he received this box, he had treasured it for a long time, treating it like a prized possession.

Unfolding the contents of the box, Kenneth and Louisa discovered a thick stack of property deeds, share transfer documents, villa keys, and a set of car keys, and so forth.

There was also a letter.

"Dear Brother and sister-in-law, please allow us this one last occasion to address you as such. We acknowledge that we no longer deserve the titles of your siblings. Enclosed you’ll find all of our assets, which have been transferred into your names. The bank cards are already in your possession, and the PIN is Beverly’s birthday. We wish you all the best in everything and feel incredibly fortunate to have been part of your family. We can only hope that in another life, the heavens grant me and Beverly the chance to repay your kindness. Take care, brother and sister-in-law, and to everyone, we are truly, profoundly sorry."

After reading the letter, Kenneth and Louisa couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.

At that moment, Kenneth’s phone rang, and an urgent voice came from on the other end.

"Mr. Collins. Your brother and sister-in-law have turned themselves in at the station. They confessed everything."

How should he handle this.

It sounded like a private family matter for the Collins family, yet it entailed serious crimes like hiring someone to commit murder, each of them sounding like a capital crime.

"Let them be," Kenneth said, not wanting to get too involved and was about to end the call.

"Mr. Collins. They could be detained. If the facts of the case are confirmed to be their doing, they might be sentenced to life imprisonment, or even death."

"Whatever happens to them from now on, it’s not my concern. Handle it as you see fit." With that, Kenneth hung up the phone.

As the new school year began, Rosemary returned to a campus abuzz. Her previously hidden identity now revealed, she had become somewhat of a celebrity within the school. The holiday period had seen her friends Yolanda and Serena frequently trending on social media, almost all of the posts related to her.

"No, no, I’ll say it." Jack hurriedly said, "By sheer accident, I found out that on the night you were born, Romeo’s parents were at Tulip Road."

Mercy Hospital was located on Tulip Road, at the junction of three cities.

"What I mean is, could it be possible that the people behind all this are Romeo’s parents." Jack ventured timidly, "They’ve always been so kind to you, maybe it’s all a ruse to deceive you."

Someone knocked on the lab door just then, and Rosemary quietly instructed, "Keep investigating."

After hanging up, she said, "Come in."

The visitor was Steward, one of Sean’s men. "Ms. Rose, Sean insisted I bring you afternoon tea. I warned him I might disturb your work, and he still kicked me."

Rosemary flashed a nonchalant smile. "Just put it there, thank you."

"Sure." Steward set the afternoon tea on the nearby table, his eyes widening at the sight of the various gadgets and machines scattered throughout the lab. Each was a mystery to him, and he silently marveled at Miss Rose’s ability to operate such complex equipment.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Rosemary asked, noticing he hadn’t left yet.

"Miss Rose, allow me to." Steward proceeded to unwrap all the items of the afternoon tea, smiling and saying, "Why don’t you come over and have a sip? Just for show, so I can snap a picture and report back."

Rosemary strolled over and picked up a cup of coffee, taking a sip.

Steward quickly took out his phone and took a selfie, grinning like a Cheshire cat and throwing up a ’peace’ sign; he captured both himself and Rosemary in the background and sent the picture to Sean.

"Why are you blocking my sister?" came Sean’s disgruntled text, followed shortly by another jab, "Time to diet, big guy. Who wants to see you??"

Steward was about to explain when another message from Sean arrived, slightly accusatory, "Does my sister look unhappy? Did you force her to eat?"

"May the heavens bear witness. Even Master Sean, with such an honorable status, wouldn’t dare to bully Miss Rose, do you think I have the guts?"

"You do know yourself well." Sean’s next message popped up, "Does she like it? Is there any flavor she doesn’t want??"

"She loves it," Steward lied smoothly. "She said your care for her is like these afternoon teas, which warms her heart. She also said having you as a brother is the best, way better than any other."

"Nonsense." Sean’s response was swift, piercing through the lie, "Are you itching for a beating? You think you can fool me with those tall tales??"

Steward savored another piece of cake, then went on, "Because of the poison, you said he was beyond hope, and you left him behind with your men and ran away after throwing a smoke bomb. I thought I had picked up a treasure and believed that he could be saved, so I hurriedly drove him to the hospital, and guess what, he kept shaking as if he was about to pass."

Steward seemed to get carried away, vividly recounting the past events, "I told him if he revealed the truth behind that fire, Sean would spare no expense to get the world’s best doctors to save him. He suddenly grabbed my hand, wanting to say something desperately."

At the time, Steward thought the truth was within reach, and his voice mirrored his excitement, "He was clutching me with one hand, pointing outside with the other, lips moving but no words coming out. It drove me crazy."

Rosemary knew that someone poisoned with venomvine couldn’t speak or write, their bodies would uncontrollably tremble, which was why she hadn’t bothered to take him away with her.

Because it would have been futile.