"No," Theodore said in a panic. "I won''t interrupt you. Go ahead and read your documents, but don''t hang up."


    He wanted to help her with her work.


    Rosalie''s eyes shed with doubt. "Why?"


    "No particr reason. Just don''t hang up and continue with your work."


    "Fine." Rosalie didn''t know what Theodore was up to. She pushed her phone away, and continued reading.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    When she was finally done reading through every single document, she felt overwhelmed with fatigue. Eye bags hung heavily below her eyes.


    She stumbled to the hall, and saw Sydney preparing breakfast in the kitchen.


    Upon hearing footsteps, Sydney turned around. "You''re done?"


    Rosalie nodded. "Yes."


    "You were up the whole night. I thought you''d at least sleep a littlest night."


    Rosalie smiled and sat at the table, still in a daze. She slumped on the table and said, "I felt a burst of energy, and wanted to read through everything in one go. Before I knew it, the sun was rising."


    She ced her phone on the table.


    Sydney served up breakfast on the table, and realized that she was still on a call with Theodore.


    Sydney smiled. "My dear child, you''re so hardworking. Theo thought that I was bullying you, and told me off."


    Rosalie sat up straight.


    “Is that so? Theo, did you do that?” she demanded unceremoniously.


    "I didn''t! Rose, don''t listen to her. I didn''t tell her off."


    Theodore didn''t dare to admit, for fear Rosalie might explode on him.


    Sydney rolled her eyes. "Deny it, won''t you?"


    "How can I admit to something I never did?" Theodore said stubbornly.


    From time immemorial,


    mothers-inw have always told on their daughters-inw to their sons Yet now, the Spencer family was witnessing a case of the


    mother-inw telling on her son to her daughter-inw.


    "Forget it. I won''t count it against you, since you''re my son. Anyway, Rose would certainly trust me.”


    Sydney was very confident that her daughter-inw would stand on her side.


    "Rose," Theodore asked, "you trust me, don''t you?"


    "Not at all," Rosalie said irritably.


    Theodore felt upset. "I was just


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    concerned for you. You told me you


    were going to bedst night, but


    then you stayed up the entire night.


    What exactly were you busine


    “I was reading through information about apany,” Rosalie said truthfully.


    "Whichpany?" Theodore pressed.


    "Why are you asking so many questions?" Sydney yelled at the phone. "I''m having breakfast with Rose, goodbye."


    "Wait! Rose, go to sleep immediately after breakfast. Do you hear me?"


    Rosalie yawned and rubbed her nose. "Why should I listen to you? You''re not my husband."


    "I''m your brother."


    That seemed to be Theodore''s final stubborn attempt.


    "You''re not my brother," Rosalie said as she slumped weakly on the table. "I don''t want you as my brother."


    Perhaps because her brain cells were all dead fromst night, her mind was buzzing. She was so exhausted, she didn''t bother thinking through what she was saying.


    She didn''t want to acknowledge Theodore as her brother. She didn''t have a brother, and she didn''t want him as one.


    "What did you say? Why not?" Theodore said, on the verge of ring up.


    “Please! We used to be married and are not divorced. What is this talk about being my brother? Quit fooling around.” "Rose, even though we''re divorced..."


    "Alright, alright. I know. Goodbye."


    Rosalie knew what he was going to


    say, which was all he had been


    saying recently. She hung up and buried her head in her arms.


    She was so tired.