Who am I to You

After Rosie left the living room, he immediately drove to Isabella's suburban villa.

Although he hadn't shown much dissatisfaction earlier, Aurora's words had planted a seed in his mind. He thought, Aurora wasn't wrong - if Isabella really appreciated him, shouldn't she at least show it somehow? He'd loved Isabella for so many years and helped her countless times. He wasn't asking for much, just a word from her. All he wanted was a clear answer from Isabella.

Thinking about this, Rosie became even more determined. He sped up and arrived at the villa.

As he entered, a servant greeted him, "Mr. Rosie, is there anything we can do for you?"

Rosie waved his hand and said, "I'm here to check on the young lady on behalf of Mr. Whitmore."

He was in a hurry and brushed past the servant, heading straight to Isabella's bedroom. He knocked and immediately pushed the door open. Isabella was still playing the role of a crazy person, so she wouldn't tell anyone to come in anyway.

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