It felt like just a night's sleep, and Rosalind found the world had changed several times over.
Having received the news, she shifted from being listless to being full of fighting spirit in an instant.
Without waiting for Gwen to show up before her, she made her presence known directly in front of Gwen.
Seeing Gwen's eyes swollen like eggs, Rosalind couldn't help but smile brilliantly.
"Gwen, don't you feel like you're suffering through the Eighteen Layers of Hell? How does it feel to go from bliss to being thrown into a cauldron of oil in an instant? Enjoyable isn't it?" Rosalind laughed heartily at her plight.
Gwen, glaring with bulging eyes and refusing to concede even one step, retorted, "Don't you forget, if there really was a mistake, even if I didn't give birth to the Young Master's son, naturally, some other woman will give birth to the Young Master's son, and you still won't marry into the Thomas Family in this lifetime!"
