Chapter 403 - 390: The Body Has Already Grown Cold (Part 2)

After learning she had cancer, she taught her son everything in advance.

Including how to live after arriving at the Johnson Family and how to avoid causing trouble.

Lorelei trembled as she opened the letter.

The gentleness between the lines seemed as if Rosalind Warner was still alive, standing right in front of her.

"Rosalind, when you see this letter, it’s highly likely that I’m no longer in this world. This time I really have to say I’m sorry, I couldn’t keep my promise."

"I did not fulfill my commitment. I thought I could live my life without disturbing you all and raise my son properly on my own. But life is unpredictable; I never imagined that Pearl would be only 10 years old and I would already have cancer."

"Rosalind, I really have no way out. My parents have passed away, leaving no relatives in this world. My son is the only family I have by blood."

"How can I bear to let him live alone? He is still so young. Since my cancer diagnosis, it has actually been about a year."

"In this year, I tried hard to receive treatment and maintain a positive attitude. I really thought I could get through it, and I really wanted to make it through. This way, I wouldn’t need to trouble you all, but ultimately, I couldn’t hold on and reached the point of life and death separation."

"I thought about sending my son to an orphanage or other charity organizations, but after much deliberation, I finally decided to entrust Alan to the two of you."

"No matter what, he is Soren’s biological son, and I know you will take good care of him. I trust you, Rosalind. Rest assured, I have told Alan that under no circumstances should he fight for the Johnson Family’s inheritance."

"Otherwise, even in death, I will not rest in peace. Of course, if you are really worried, then sign an adoption agreement. Rosalind, this time I really have to trouble you, I’m truly sorry."

The last page of the letter was wrinkled, and Lorelei could tell at a glance how conflicted Rosalind Warner was when she wrote this letter.

"Child, go with Aunt Rosalind."

After reading the letter, Lorelei was already sobbing uncontrollably. She hugged Alan Johnson tightly, her lips moving with difficulty, trying but failing to speak, only managing to say this one sentence.

"Aunt Rosalind, don’t worry, I will definitely listen. Mom instructed that I should never have unrealistic dreams about what’s mine, and I won’t take a single penny from the Johnson Family."

Even though Alan Johnson was so young, he still managed to say these words when Lorelei held him in her arms.

Lorelei felt an overwhelming sense of heartache: "Good, good... good child."

Of course, Soren Johnson knew nothing of all this until later when Lorelei told him.

When he learned that Rosalind Warner had saved him and even gave him a son, he shut himself in a room for three days and three nights.

And he drank for three days and three nights.

Soren Johnson had never been like this before in his life.

Lorelei saw his anguish but felt helpless; as Soren Johnson’s wife, seeing her husband so distraught over another woman, she understandably felt uncomfortable.

But what could discomfort achieve?

After all, how could she compete with a deceased woman?

Besides, she never sought to compete with Rosalind Warner because she always knew she couldn’t win against her.

If one’s love for another is possessive and selfishly controlling, then that would suffice.

But Rosalind Warner’s love was too selfless.

She loved Soren Johnson so deeply, never married, saved him countless times, and was even willing to save his wife.

She never thought of using her benevolence for personal gain.

She continued to silently care, to love, in a corner.

Facing such a woman, what could she possibly compete with?

Lorelei laughed.

Soren Johnson locked himself in the study and drank for three days and three nights, and Lorelei accompanied him at the study door for three days and three nights.

"Rosalind, why were you so foolish? Why did you not tell me anything? You just left like that. Fine, but how am I supposed to spend the rest of my life?"

"Rosalind, why did you impose such strict demands on yourself? Why did you set such a high moral standard for yourself?"

"Do you know, Rosalind, I used to hate those women the most. I hated how they tried to cozy up to me, flatter me, please me, striving to climb into my bed at any cost."

"But now I really wish you were like those women, because if you were even just a bit more unscrupulous, perhaps we wouldn’t be where we are today."

"Rosalind, I’ve never loved or hurt so much in my life. Ha, you are so cruel! You left me not even a tiny chance..."

She listened to the heart-rending cries from the room, tears silently streaming down.

Especially after hearing his final words, that he had never loved or hurt so much in his entire life.

No matter how clear-headed, no matter how rational, Lorelei’s heart broke.

She knew, in theory, she shouldn’t have any ill feelings toward Alan Johnson.

But she truly couldn’t... not care!

Consider this, if you were a woman and your husband loved another woman so deeply, and that woman bore him a son.

Could you truly, wholly, and without reservation care for this child?

Even saints would find this difficult.

And Soren Johnson noticed all of this; he never intended for Alan Johnson to inherit the Johnson Family.

He understood clearly that the Johnson Family had reached this point not solely on its own.

It relied on the Reed Family, the Johnson Family, and the Dyer Family.

Therefore, Soren Johnson harbored favoritism toward Alexander Johnson.

Moreover, part of it was also because of Alexander’s mother.

But more importantly, it was what he discovered in Alexander Johnson.

Soren Johnson let out a long sigh, pulling his thoughts back from memories, and spoke again to the butler, "Mr. Harrison, rest assured, I know how to act in the best interest of the Johnson Family."

"I know, sir, I’ve never worried about that. After all, it is your leadership that has brought the Johnson Family to its current position. However, you shouldn’t be overly fixated on that matter."

"That’s from generations ago, and it was only hearsay; you saw it when you were very young. The memory is so distant, plus you are not clear about the circumstances back then. What if, regarding what young master Alexander has..."

Leonard Harrison hesitated for a long time before speaking.

This had always been the part that worried him most.

But before he could finish, Soren Johnson interrupted him.

"Leonard Harrison! This matter concerns the lifeblood of the Johnson Family; without my orders, from today onwards, not a word about it!"