The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 73: A GIFT FOR ROSE II
"Rose, mommy wants to tell. If papa Vans, not your biological father. Continue your journey, slowly the truth will mommy revealed. However, remember. We have no intention of hiding this because of all this, for the common good."
Like lightning striking. Starry night with lights on white sand. Nature also welcomes her special day with beauty that deserves to be seen and remembered. However, a sentence from the paper in his hand. Presenting a bitter truth. Suddenly, his throat was bitter. Is it true, if Papa Vans is not a biological father?
"Rose, don't stop. Keep walking!" Grandpa Luxifer's orders throw the rest of the blue-eyed girl's consciousness.
Wanna say what? Her lips just felt funny. The footsteps felt heavy. It was as if there was a load of tens of kilos hanging on his ankle, "Come on, Rose. You can do it!"
(Come, Rose. You can do this!)
Rose resumed her journey, but, this time her footsteps were so helpless. My heart convinced itself. If anything would be a surprise on her birthday. And so, all the questions that have become doubtful over the past few times. Must have got a definite answer. Five steps from the noted confession of the mommy there is a surfboard standing upright.
It's just a skateboard. Nothing strange, until the arrival of Justin while holding out a baseball bat. The Duke gave a hand gesture and informed. How to solve the puzzle this time. Rose put two photos and a mini-noted scrap on the sand. Then hold the baseball bat, then swing as hard as you can.
Bugh!
The surfboard that turned out to be made of cork shattered into several pieces. Between those pieces. Rose saw one more small notepad. Without a second thought take it, then read it from the heart. One truth is revealed, but it adds confusion. Is the life of the mother so complicated? If true. Where does the calm attitude of a queen come from?
In front of him is the main door of the Villa. One that is a question mark. Why is there a paper that was deliberately hung with the words *Be Strong, Princess Rose*. The writing is handwriting. It was clearly from his father. I want to turn around and forget all the doubts in my heart. And dozens of questions from his head. However, things were not as synchronous as they were.
Rose pulls the main door of the Villa. The sound of rustling wood creaking sounded so typical of entering the eardrum. Simultaneously, a gust of wind brought freshness mixed with the aroma of fruits. The fragrance became the representative of a Queen Asfa Luxifer. Well, because it's the scent of the mother's favorite perfume. One footstep into the villa.
Suddenly, the whole lamp went out. Then, a floodlight was directed at the wall between the second floor and the first floor. The white screen that slides into the center of attention. Rose knew what was going to happen and chose to keep moving forward until she found a chair in the middle of the road. Sure, the chair was for him.
"Welcome, Rose Qiara Salsabila Luxifer. Please, relax your mind and take a quick look at the stories of your parents. Before that, always remember. A mother never intended to hurt her child. Especially destroying trust. Wisely, Son. The future still stretches as wide as the ocean."
The welcoming sound ended, alternating with a tap screen that streamed several videos in a row. Sure enough, the photo in his hand and all the evidence he got. Mommy deliberately told the truth in an unexpected way. All questions get answers. But the heart cannot lie. The tightness in the chest becomes the truth.
Forty-five minutes, then.
Limited edition show ends. Rose clenched both of her hands. No matter the photos and notes that become damaged. A feeling of being forced to accept a bitter reality. Mercilessly pierced his heart. Truly, all truth is to be regretted. Why not hide it forever?
"Rose!"
