Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 310

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“I heard that years ago, a fire consumed your entire home. Your parents perished in the flames, leaving you an orphan. If the Osbornes hadn’t taken you in, who knows where you would be today?”

Dawn’s gaze bore into Roxanne, unwavering and intense. “Do you know who started that fire?”

Initially, she had dismissed it as nothing more than a heartbreaking accident.

Yet, this was not the first time she had encountered whispers suggesting the fire was no mere mishap.

“Of course I know,” Roxanne replied, raising an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with a mix of arrogance and amusement. “If you beg me, I might just share the truth.”

Dawn pressed her lips into a thin line, choosing silence over submission.

“Is it so hard to humble yourself just a little?” Roxanne taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. “There are only two people in this world who know the truth. If it weren’t for me, you might never discover it.”

“Then maybe I don’t need to know,” Dawn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, rough around the edges. She leaned back, allowing the tension to seep out of her muscles. “What’s done is done. No amount of worrying will change the past.”

Roxanne let out a sharp, derisive laugh. “Wow. You really are something else.”

“I can’t help it. Stubbornness is in my blood.”

Dawn couldn’t help but wonder what planet this peculiar woman hailed from.

She refused to acknowledge the expression on Roxanne’s face any longer. “Ms. West, if you’ve finished your little performance, kindly leave. I have a farm to tend to, and I don’t have time to entertain you.”

With that, she turned her back and called out, “See her out.”

“Dawn!”

Dawn halted but did not turn to face her.

For the first time, there was a weightiness to Roxanne’s tone, a hint of something resembling sympathy. “If you truly want to know about that fire, ask your Uncle Lucas. He knows better than anyone who was responsible.”

Dawn’s spine stiffened momentarily, a flicker of unease shooting through her. Without uttering another word, she hurried into the house, her mind racing with questions.

Roxanne watched her retreating figure, a smirk dancing on her lips.

“Dawn, do you really think I’m lying?”

“Tsk.”

“If you think about it, your life hasn’t been much better than mine,” she muttered under her breath, grabbing her bag and striding away.

Roxanne made a mental note that she would not return to this place again.

By midday, the sun blazed fiercely, but as the afternoon wore on, the sky darkened ominously, heavy with the promise of rain. The weather report had predicted downpours, yet not a single drop had fallen. The atmosphere felt thick with gloom and unease.

Dawn stood by the window, the fierce wind whipping against her face, tousling her hair.

“Ms. Dawn,” the maid called out as she approached, a blanket draped over her arm.

She wrapped it around Dawn’s shoulders, her voice laced with concern. “The weather is shifting. You should take care of yourself. If you fall ill, Mr. Jonathan will fret again.”

Dawn turned slightly, offering a faint smile.

“I don’t have that kind of relationship with Jonathan.”

The maid glanced around cautiously. Although the bodyguards were stationed far off, she lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret. “I know. But Mr. Jonathan’s feelings for you are as clear as day.