Rosalie clenched her fists.


    “I have no intention of ruining your rtionship with Theo. Why would I do that? I don’t know what’s


    wrong with you today–if you’re in a bad mood, or someone has upset you–but I haven’t done


    anything wrong. I don’t think you should be treating me like this,” she said firmly.


    “So you’re saying it’s my fault?” Sydney stood up, her high heels clicking sharply as she walked


    over to Rosalie.


    Sydney was already taller, and in her ten–centimeter heels, she towered over Rosalie.


    Looking down, she said coldly, “Now that you’re divorced, you think! you don’t have to respect me


    as your mother–inw anymore?”


    Rosalie bit her lip and looked up, meeting her gaze head–on, not backing down. “I never thought


    that. Please speak to me properly.”


    “Speak properly?” Sydney scoffed. “Are you telling me how to talk? It seems your grandmother has


    spoiled you too much. You don’t know your ce. Today, I need to teach you a lesson!”


    As Sydney raised her hand, Rosalie was shocked, unable to believe this unreasonable side of her.


    At that moment, an angry voice rang out. “Stop!”


    Theodore, despite the pain in his back, strode over and pulled Rosalie behind him. “Mom, have you


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    Sydney snorted. “When was I going to hit her?”


    She raised her hand, and casually brushed back a strand of hair from


    her forehead. “If I said I was teaching her a lesson, I meant verbally.”


    “Why do you feel the need to ‘teach‘ her anything? She hasn’t done anything wrong!” Theodore


    gripped Rosalie’s hand tightly, shielding


    her behind him.


    Rosalie stared at Theodore’s broad back, feeling a momentary sense of disorientation. It was as if


    everything around her was unreal. Her nose tingled, and her eyes welled up with tears, blurring her


    vision.


    She never expected that even after their divorce, Theodore would still protect her.


    “She hasn’t done anything wrong?” Sydney scoffed, raising her hand to point at the woman behind


    Theodore. The moment Theodore saw Sydney’s hand rise, he pulled Rosalie into his arms,


    shielding her like a protective parent, his expression stern.


    “Put your hand down. Don’t point at her,” he said.


    Sydney lowered her hand and crossed her arms angrily. “Why are you still protecting her after the


    divorce?


    “Divorced or not, she’s still part of the family. She’s like a sister to me, and nobody can pick on her!”


    Theodore dered, holding Rosalie tightly, ensuring she was safe from any harm.


    Rosalie’s face was pressed against Theodore’s chest. She wanted to lift her head, but he held her


    so firmly that she couldn’t move. She was worried about his injured back, and whether this position


    was causing him pain. She could feel his breath bing heavier.


    Would a brother hold his sister like this?


    Theodore might see her as a sister but Rosalie had never seen him as a brother. When a person


    loved someone who only saw them as a sibling, it brought nothing but sadness.


    Sydney was relentless, and retorted sharply, “If you see her as your


    sister, then she’s like a daughter to me. Why can’t I discipline her?”


    “She hasn’t done anything wrong, so you have no reason to discipline. her! Even if she’s your


    daughter, you still can’t do that,” Theodore replied firmly.