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She fought back the sting of tears and shifted her gaze to Frankie.

At that moment, Frankie was still upright, his gaze meticulously scanning the office.

Maybe he was thinking the same thing as her because a sad look flickered in his eyes for a second.

Rosalynn bit her lip, then walked over and gently guided Frankie to the sofa.

“Don’t worry so much, Frankie.

Brian’s a good person, and he’ll be alright,” she said softly.

Frankie sank onto the sofa with a sigh, nodding slowly in agreement.

“Were the individuals who attacked you and Brian last night sent by Chase?”

He wasn’t naive; the signs all around him told a story.

When last night’s incident was brought up, Rosalynn’s expression shifted from one of comfort to one of seriousness.

“Probably,” Rosalynn muttered bitterly.

Frankie slammed his fist against the sofa cushion, a pained groan escaping his Lips.

“How can Chase be this ruthless? We’re all family! Why can’t he just leave Brian alone?” he roared, his eyes welling up.

Rosalynn pursed her red lips for a moment, then said, “You see Chase as family, but he doesn’t feel the same.

Remember what happened with Barlow’s mother? Do you think he would have used her to harm Brian back then if he saw you as family?”

As she mentioned Barlow’s mother, a flicker of guilt and discomfort danced in Frankie’s eyes.

“Back then, I couldn’t bear to send him to prison because he is my brother… I made a mistake.

Alas, I was a fool-too trusting, too soft,” he lamented.

After a moment of silence, Rosalynn looked at Frankie and asked, “Frankie, didn’t you save any proof of his crime from back then?”

Should evidence surface, Chase could swiftly be sent to prison and face severe punishment.

After all, he would definitely continue to cause them trouble!

There wasn’t even any concrete evidence to prove that he was behind what happened last night!

Sure, she could report him for illegal detention, but that would only get him detained for a few days at most, nothing serious to make him remorseful.

With a heavy sigh, Frankie said, “I kept no evidence.

Alas, I was too sentimental.

Back then, he pleaded with me and begged for mercy.

Misplacing trust in his remorse, I ended up destroying everything right in front of him.

All the proof is gone.

I thought… I thought he would turn a new leaf.

How could I have known that he would only become worse!”

There was nothing wrong with being sentimental, as long as one knew where to draw the Line.

As the leader of such a big family like theirs, if one wasn’t ruthless and cautious, disaster was bound to happen.

Thinking of this and seeing the look of regret imprinted on Frankie’s face, Rosalynn thought of Barlow and said, “Frankie, you don’t know yet, but Barlow… is not dead.

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