Chapter 1717: Final Chapter: Grand Finale 2

Rosalind Taylor’s voice was hoarse, her eyes carried a kind of desperate despair on the brink of collapse, "I came to find my sister, my daughter is missing, my daughter is missing, I need to ask my sister to make it clear..."

She pushed past him and tried to rush into the room, but he stopped her.

"You don’t deserve to see her, leave now, immediately!"

Rosalind’s face was as cold as frost, "You can see her, why can’t I? Your sins are no less than mine, we are both culpable. Do you really think you can win her back? Stop dreaming! With her personality, she will never be with you again!"

Tristan Collins shook all over.

Taking advantage of this gap, Rosalind pushed him aside and burst into the room.

"Sister!"

She almost lunged forward, but as Joy Taylor turned her indifferent gaze toward her, Rosalind’s momentum suddenly stalled, and she looked at Joy with tear-blurred eyes.

In a brief moment of eye contact, she suddenly knelt down, grasping the hospital bed and weeping, "Sister, no matter what, Raine is your own niece! Her mistakes are all my doing, I beg you to return her to me, return her to me..."

"I’ve asked everyone and there’s no news of my daughter, she must have been hidden by you, I’m begging you, take out whatever dissatisfaction you have on me, anything is fine, as long as you return Raine to me..."

Her crying was sorrowful, but it did not stir a trace of pity in Joy Taylor.

"She wanted to kill me."

Rosalind faltered, then admitted while hitting her own chest, "It was me! I told her to do it! I feared you returning and taking Tristan away completely, I couldn’t stand it, it was me who was cruel, it was me who was muddled, blinded by lard, I was wrong, sister, I really was wrong! Raine is innocent, please let her come back!"

Joy Taylor looked at her, her expression cool and detached, "Ruth ah."

She uttered her name with a sigh, her voice filled with disappointment, "As a child, you said the name mother gave you was ugly, so I changed it for you, wishing you a life of smooth sailing and happiness, but you, you’re not worthy of it at all."

Perhaps it was because she hadn’t heard Joy Taylor’s voice in a long time, or perhaps those words struck precisely at the last remnants of Rosalind’s shame, but she suddenly burst into inconsolable sobs.

In that weeping were grievances, regrets, resentments, loneliness, and endless despair.

Joy Taylor indifferently turned her face away, not looking at her, and just like how she sent Tristan away, she "sent" Rosalind out of the room.

She pounded on the door, but could not enter.

Turning her head, she saw Chloe Collins and Tristan Collins talking, and she quickly ran over, kneeling in front of Chloe, "Chloe, please save Raine, you must know where she is, right? She’s all that’s left of Aunt Ruth’s hope, save her, save me too, I promise I’ll never bother you again, please..."

Chloe Collins moved her feet aside, unwilling to accept her kneeling.

"Remember, she got what she deserved."

With those words, Chloe moved on.

A card fell from her clothes, which Rosalind quickly picked up; it was the address of a hospital.

She thought of something and immediately got up and ran out.

Tristan Collins watched her leave and then looked at himself, feeling that his life seemed like a murky pond of stagnant water, reeking and filthy.

Chloe Collins returned to the hospital ward, and the moment she saw her mother, she froze slightly.

Joy Taylor took the initiative to sit up, her expression tender and warm, "Come here, let mom have a good look at you."

Chloe Collins stood still, feeling a bit uneasy.

She had spent very little time with her mother and hadn’t seen her for so many years, suddenly finding it difficult to be affectionate.

Approaching the bed, Joy Taylor took her hand and sat her down, examining her face closely, a hint of moisture in her eyes.

Her gaze slowly traveled downward to see Chloe’s swollen belly.

"Time is unforgiving, that mischievous child is now a mother-to-be."

She lovingly tucked Chloe’s stray hair behind her ear and asked softly, "Are you feeling tired?"

Chloe: "Not tired."

Joy Taylor nodded, "Alexander Foster is a good kid, I had actually intended to marry you off to him, it seems you two are truly fated."

She smiled faintly.

Chloe Collins sat up straight, a bit rigid, "He’s picking up Heng’er, he should be back soon."

Joy Taylor nodded with a smile, "These years have been hard on you, I’m sorry, my child."

Chloe Collins stayed silent.

Her heart was touched, yet she did not know what to say.

"I’ve never blamed you."

This was her heartfelt truth.

In her memory, her mother faced many helplessnesses but also tried to protect her in every possible way.

"Mr. Green and the others will be here soon, he choked up on the phone when he heard you were still alive," she broached another subject.

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