Chapter 4 Four

Lawrence was also especially gentle today, unusual, she gently said:

"Rosabella, you came back at the right time. Come and sit down. You've worked hard, drink some water."

Cynthia knelt beside Rosabella, holding her hand, crying and choking:

"Sister, you've worked hard; now it's your time to enjoy happiness. When you marry the son of the Romano family, you won't have to do anything, just eat well and dress well. Right?"

No one is naturally good. Everything has its reasons. Rosabella was surprised:

"Why did I marry the son of the Romano family? It's an engagement between you and Dominic."

Cynthia couldn't be patient anymore, it was not easy to pretend to be a good person, so she jumped up and said: "Yes. An engagement between two families, you are the eldest daughter of the Brown family, of course, you have to get married."

"But..." Rosabella sobbed, choking and unable to speak.

Lawrence quickly grabbed Rosabella's hand, slowly continuing:

"You came to my house when you were not even two years old, it's been more than twenty years. We didn't give birth to you, but we raised you. Right? Now it's time for you to repay our family."

Rosabella burst into tears, tears streaming down her face, she knelt and begged: "I will try to earn money to support my family, but please don't force me to marry again."

"Stop, don't force her anymore." Dawson stopped.

Lawrence still brushed it off and continued:

"The bank loan is about to be paid; if not paid, this house will be sealed. Can you bear to see our whole family living on the street?"

Cynthia held her sister's hand tightly, glaring at her, each word was sharp:

"As long as you marry Dominic, the engagement money will be enough to pay off the bank loan, you will also get 5% of the shares of Romano Group."

Rosabella knelt on both knees, clasped her hands, bowed her head, her eyes filled with tears, her body trembling, she continued to say:

"I will try to earn enough money to pay off the bank loan on time. Please, don't marry me off. Okay? Okay?"

Lawrence still didn't let go. She had never treated Rosabella well. She pretended to cry miserably:

"Rosabella, where did you get such a large sum of money? Even if you worked a few more jobs, it wouldn't be enough to live on. Now you have no choice but to marry Dominic to keep this house."

"Enough, don't force her anymore." Mr. Zohar shouted.

Rosabella couldn't believe her ears anymore. She fell to the ground, tears still falling, her hands and feet trembling nonstop. It was too unexpected. She felt like she was being crushed; everything around her turned against her. The air was suffocating at this moment, she couldn't breathe. If she didn't get married now, she wouldn't have money to pay off the debt. What would happen to her family? Grandpa was already old and weak, her father couldn't walk, so what would happen to her mother and Cynthia?

Mr. Zohar hurriedly helped his granddaughter up and gently stroked her hair, tears falling. Rosabella looked at the old man who was bending over. She closed her eyes and said:

"I agree to marry Dominic."

"Are you serious?" Cynthia asked excitedly.

"Yes," Rosabella replied in a choked voice. After all, she had broken up with her boyfriend, it didn't matter who she married.

"Very well, I don't need to marry that cold guy anymore, our family still has money." Cynthia happily hugged her mother. The mother and daughter danced happily.

"Rosabella, do you need to reconsider?" Dawson looked at his daughter and asked.

"Rosabella, if you don't want to, we will cancel the engagement." Mr. Zohar slowly spoke to his granddaughter affectionately.

Rosabella bowed her head, gently wiped her tears, tried to smile, and looked at her grandfather and father:

"No need, I agree."

Chapter 10 Wedding Organization 3

Rosabella turned away in a daze and walked away. Every step became heavy, tears poured down like rain, and her whole body felt like it had no strength left. When she returned to her room, she lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling:

"I wish it were all just a dream, that nothing would happen when I wake up tomorrow morning."

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In City A, the ambulance siren kept blaring.

"Dad, wake up." Lowa cried and shook him.

In the car, Mr. Usha lay motionless on the oxygen tank, being transferred to the hospital. Lowa hurriedly took out her phone and called her husband:

"Honey, something happened to our dad. Come to the hospital now."

Viktor hurriedly informed his three sons and rushed to the hospital.

At the hospital, Viktor and his three sons ran into the emergency room.

"Mom, how is grandpa?" Dominic asked, panting.

"He's been in the emergency room for a while." Lowa cried and pointed to the emergency room.

People were walking back and forth in front of the emergency room. Everyone was anxious and restless. Lowa was also exhausted; she sat face down on the chair in the hallway. More than an hour had passed, but no doctor had come out yet. Cayle occasionally looked at his watch and said,

"Why are they still not out?"

A moment later, the doctor and nurse pushed Mr. Usha's hospital bed out. Dominic rushed over and asked the doctor,

"Doctor Tatum, what's wrong with my grandfather?"

The doctor gently took off his mask, patted Dominic on the shoulder, and replied,

"Your grandfather had a heart attack and high blood pressure, fortunately, he was treated in time, so there's nothing to worry about."

Dominic continued to ask, worried, "So when will he wake up?"

Dr. Tatum slowly instructed, his expression serious:

"Maybe tomorrow or the day after. Let him rest a lot. Don't get too excited, his condition will get worse. I heard that he's been stressed out by your work lately. After he wakes up, you have to pay attention."

"Yes, I know, thank you, Dr. Tatum."

Mr. Usha was fine and had already woken up a long time ago, but he asked the doctor to stage this play to take the opportunity to force his nephew to agree to the marriage. He didn't want to do it, but he had no other choice. Since his health was gradually deteriorating, he was afraid that he couldn't wait any longer.