Chapter 1393
Rose skipped the elevator and strolled through the main entrance.
Once inside, the house was eerily quiet, way more than she expected.
She didn't spot a single soul.
Feeling a bit lost, she headed towards the dining room.
It was Fiona's family's dinner time, and usually, everyone would be gathered there.
Just as Rose was about to call for Lydia, she heard Fiona's voice behind her. "You're back?"
Rose jumped and spun around, seeing Fiona emerging from the wine cellar.
"What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost," Fiona said with a grin.
Rose shook her head and forced a smile. "Isn't today the day Mr. Solomon comes back? Why is no one home?"
Fiona was holding a bottle of red wine.
She didn't rush to answer; instead, she leisurely walked to the bar.
Rose suddenly felt a wave of anxiety.
"When my grandmother cried to me after my mother died, she said the world is unfair to women." Fiona poured herself a glass of wine. "I always remembered her words. Later, when I became successful, I favored female employees out of personal bias. Luckily, those women never let me down. They've supported my business in countless ways."
"I'll be one of those people," Rose said earnestly.
Fiona looked at her.
Rose's eyes were bright, sincerely expressing her intentions.
"No, you won't," Fiona shook her head.
Rose was stunned and lowered her head. "Do you think I'm not capable? It's okay. If I can't do it in one year, I'll try for two or even ten years. Even if I can't become someone who supports your business..."
"I gave you a chance. You could have done it," Fiona interrupted.
Rose stiffened and looked at Fiona, confused. "Mrs. Solomon, I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"
Fiona remarked, "Ms. Everhart, I know your background. I know about the abuse your mother inflicted on you, and I felt sympathy. So, from the day I guessed what you were planning, I racked my brain to give you a chance. I brought you to my home to feel the warmth of my family. I kept hinting to you that as long as you made the right choice, you would have freedom in the future. But you let me down."
"I guessed what you were planning..." The words hit Rose like a bolt of lightning.
"Mrs. Solomon, I don't understand. Is it wrong for me to choose loyalty to you and work for you?" Rose asked.
Fiona swirled the wine in her glass.
The deep red wine clung to the glass, releasing an enticing aroma.
Fiona curled her lips into a low chuckle.
"When you went back to your mother's grave last time, didn't you say you had to make a choice? Naturally, I meant that choice."
Rose's eyes widened in shock. "You... eavesdropped on me?"
Fiona looked at Rose, her beautiful eyes still holding the same gentle expression as always. "Not just that. After you left, I had someone dig up your mother's grave."
"What?" Rose was momentarily convinced she had misheard, staring at Fiona in astonishment.
Fiona asked, "Do you know why Marisole died?"
Rose's face grew paler. She didn't answer but took out her phone and dialed an overseas number.
No one answered, and the call eventually ended.
Rose glanced at Fiona and dialed again.
Fiona wasn't in a hurry. She swirled her wine glass patiently, watching Rose make call after call.
On the fifth call, someone answered.
A man speaking a foreign language sounded very agitated.
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