Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 574

What the heck?!

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As soon as Hertha walked through the door:

“Sadie—fetch me an ice pack!”

Beverley: “An ice pack? In this freezing weather...”

“Mom, do you have any idea? I got punched!”

“What?!” Beverley was alarmed. “Who hit you?! Who dared to hit you?!”

Hertha pouted: “Roseanne.”

“She’s got some nerve! Daring to lay a hand on someone?!”

“All I did was say a few things to her, and she just came up and slapped me...sob...right in front of everyone... Look, my face is all swollen!”

Beverley immediately touched her face with sympathy.

“Ouch! That hurts—”

“What on earth is Roseanne thinking?! Where's my phone?! I need my phone!”

She turned around to search for her phone: “Just wait... I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind…”

At that moment, the housekeeper stepped forward: “Madam, your phone is right here.”

Beverley snatched it, dialed Roseanne’s number, and called—

“You little wretch! How dare you hit—”

Oops!

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable…”

That’s when Beverley remembered, she had been blocked by Roseanne long ago.

She couldn’t swallow this insult.

She called out to the housekeeper: “Give me your phone.”

“...Sure.”

With a different phone, Beverley called again, and this time it went through.

The other end: “Hello?”

It was indeed Roseanne’s voice.

She sneered, “Roseanne, you shameless little wretch! How dare you hit my daughter—Hello? Hello?! Roseanne, you dare hang up on me?!”

Beverley was fuming.

She couldn’t believe it, so she tried calling again, only to hear—

Sounded pretty crazy.

Calling someone a wretch right off the bat, and so loudly, she could hear it from afar.

Scales suddenly spoke up: “Now that the old lab is completely unusable, and the new one won't be ready for at least a month or two, what do we do in the meantime?”

Indeed, this was the biggest issue the trio was facing!

The progress of their experiments couldn’t be delayed, so... they needed to find a lab to use in the meantime.

Roseanne: “Let me think about it.”

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In the evening, returning to her apartment building, Roseanne was about to use her key.

Suddenly, the door opposite opened—

Owen Reynolds: “Roseanne.”

The man’s eyes were smiling, his presence in the cold winter felt like a warm spring breeze.

Roseanne couldn’t help but smile back: “Professor, didn’t go to the lab today?”

“Hmm, I was waiting for you.”

Roseanne paused, a bit surprised: “...What?”