Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 614

"Listen, if Hunter ever finds a way to pin this on us, I’ll take the fall. I’ll say it was all my idea, and that you had nothing to do with it."

Serena had never expected such loyalty from a servant. It was as if Martha was more family than her own kin, and the realization moved her.

"With me by your side, Serena, I’ll make sure Rosemary understands the consequences of crossing you!" Martha’s eyes flashed with a hard edge at the mention of Rosemary.

"Oh, and another thing. If you ever run into Rosemary when there aren’t any others around, don’t feel the need to be polite," Martha advised.

Rosemary had taken their kindness for granted in the past. Well, she wouldn’t blame them if they showed no mercy from now on!

"Don’t worry, Martha. I won’t be polite to her anymore." Serena seemed to have made a decision, her eyes filled with a vengeful light.

Meanwhile, Louisa woke up with a start from a nightmare.

Sitting up in her bed, heart still pounding, she glanced at the clock to find it was already evening. She quickly changed and prepared to head out.

"Ma’am, where are you off to? Dinner’s almost ready," a servant tried to persuade her in the living room.

"I’m not hungry," Louisa replied, wrapping a scarf around her neck. "By the way, did you invite Serena’s friends to stay for dinner?"

"They’ve left."

"They left?" Louisa was surprised, wondering why they hadn’t stayed for a meal.

The servant hesitated, wanting to mention the argument that seemed to have taken place between Serena’s friends that afternoon. Serena had returned to her room crying.

But before the servant could explain, Louisa’s phone rang.

"Hello, honey? I’m about to head out. What? Celeste fainted? I’ll be right there."

Seeing Louisa rush out the door, the servant said nothing more.

Elsewhere, Hunter was driving back to the office, his mind wandering back to a memory of a little girl falling in the garden years ago. She had scraped her knee badly and was clearly in pain, but she still managed to put on a brave face to keep everyone else from worrying.

Back then, Serena was so considerate and caring—like a warm little blanket that brought comfort and joy.

When did that change?

Was it when Rosemary returned home?

Or was it when Rosemary started to shine?

He remembered the first time he saw Rosemary. She was assisting Molly at a design competition, her right wrist bruised and swollen, clearly injured, yet she had managed to embroider a beautiful rose onto a dress with that hand.

The head of the Fashion Designers Association of Solterra, Flora, was one of the judges. She accidentally let slip that Rosemary was the founder of LY.

Despite her young age, Rosemary had founded a company, managed family businesses, and, despite her position, was willing to assist and nurture the next generation.

This kind of spirit and vision surpassed many.

Through their interactions, he saw more of her brilliance.

Though he didn’t want to compare Rosemary with Serena, there was a clear difference in their attitudes and how they handled situations.

On the other side of town...

When Rosemary saw Romeo off at the gate of their villa, Romeo gave her a gentle pat on her head.

"I’m sorry for the trouble."

"It’s okay."

She wasn’t going to be hurt by Serena’s small schemes.

"There’s something I haven’t told you," Romeo started, his gaze locked with Rosemary’s. "Hunter reached out to me on Christmas Eve."

This surprised Rosemary, as Hunter didn’t seem like the type to take the initiative to communicate.

"The family has been discussing revealing your true identity to the world in less than a month. So Clark and I want to deal with the external forces as soon as possible, so that everyone will know that you are the true Collins family heiress."

What he didn’t expect was Serena’s attempt to tarnish Rosemary’s reputation with outrageous lies.

A smirk played on Rosemary’s lips.

"So, they were planning to surprise me, but you spoiled the surprise?"

"Hunter should tell you about this tonight." Romeo patted her head again. "Everyone wants to reveal your identity as soon as possible, but due to various reasons, we’ve let her have her way."

"It’s okay. Whether it’s revealed or not, it doesn’t matter to me." Rosemary smiled. "Don’t worry about me. Go home and be careful on the road."

"If she tries any tricks, remember to tell me."

"Don’t worry. Can’t I handle her?" Rosemary laughed, clearly not considering Serena a threat at all.

"Tomorrow the Temple family might hold a funeral. I’ll pick you up then."

"Okay."

After Romeo left, Rosemary returned to Reflections Villa.

She ate, drank, and returned to her room to work. She needed to make time to attend Crystal’s funeral and check on her grandfather’s health.

On the other side...

Upon hearing the news, Martha rushed to Serena.

"Serena, that damn girl ate two bowls of pasta tonight! Even a pig can’t eat as much as she does! While you’re here starving and suffering, she’s eating and sleeping well!"

"I expected as much." Serena lay in bed weakly. "The more miserable I am, the happier she is."

Just because Rosemary had Hunter’s support for now—what was there to be proud of?

"Serena, how are you feeling now?" Martha asked with concern.

Serena was as white as a sheet, her lips void of color. In hopes of gaining Hunter’s forgiveness, she had soaked in a cold bath for a full hour!

Upon hearing the beep of the thermometer, Martha quickly checked it.

"Oh my god, Serena, you have a fever of 102 Fahrenheit! I’ll get you a cooling patch."

"Martha," Serena stopped her weakly. "If you use it now, it’ll all be for nothing. Call Hunter and ask when he’s coming back."

"Right, right." Martha hadn’t thought Serena would still be so calm even when she was sick. She had really changed!

As Martha reached for her phone, Serena’s vision began to blur—until she passed out.

"Hello, Hunter? When will you be home? It’s already eight. It’s Serena."

Before Martha could finish, Hunter coldly interrupted her.

"Let her wait."

"But Serena can’t wait! She’s sick, with a fever of 102 Fahrenheit! Her face is pale. She’s been crying all afternoon. She might have gotten sick from crying so hard."

Hunter’s gaze flickered with complexity.

"Please, Hunter, come home soon." Martha’s voice was filled with tears. "Serena hasn’t eaten anything till now, and she’s burning up with fever."