The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 912
Guillermo walked to Rosalie a little hesitantly, looking somewhat troubled.
“What’s wrong, Guille?” Rosalie looked at Guillermo puzzledly.
Guillermo’s face was tense, and his complexion was slightly red. Then, Guillermo unexpectedly hugged Rosalie and kissed her
on the cheek. “Mommy, I... I... missed... missed you so much...”
Once Guillermo said that, his face turned even redder. After all, it was his first time saying such things in front of so many people.
But after saying this, Guillermo saw the joyful, excited smile on his mother’s face and suddenly felt that it wasn’t so bad to say it
either.
“If mommy likes it, then... I will tell her often in the future, but if she wants me to do it like Jen, it’ll be... a bit more difficult,” he
pondered.
Meanwhile, another little boy was watching this scene from the side. He had seen this woman before and knew that she was
Jennifer’s mother.
“She’s also the woman Mommy hates!” he thought.
Once, his mother told him that he and Jennifer would never be friends. At that time, he didn’t understand why, but now, he
understood.
He thought, ‘My mommy almost killed this woman. These days, people always talk bad about me while I’m here. Everyone
knows whose child I am and what my mommy has done.
Even the housekeeper’s child ran to me and spat at me, saying that I’m a bad person’s child, so I’ll definitely be a bad person in
the future, too!
Is Mommy... really a bad person? I think so... but she’s still my mommy. This can’t be changed.’
He remembered that at that time, Jennifer rushed over and party’s spit to also spatter on her new beautiful pink dress.
Stood in front of him, causing the other

The housekeeper’s child was so scared that his face turned pale, and he couldn’t say a word. Several other onlooking children of
housekeepers also dared not speak.
Yet, Jennifer said in a crisp and loud voice, “It’s not him who did something bad. It’s his mommy’s fault! He is not a bad kid, and
he will never become a bad person in the future either!”
With that, she took his hand and headed straight back to her room.
The girl looked at the soiled dress on her with slight regret. “What a pity. I liked this dress a lot.”
For once, the boy apologized, “I’m sorry.”
However, she blinked in confusion. “Why are you saying sorry? You’re not the one who spat on my dress.” “If you didn’t help
me-”
“I did it willingly,” she interrupted.
Thereafter, a housekeeper helped her get another dress and put it on, whereas the current him had no idea that this pink dress
would become so deeply branded into his memory just like that.
After she got changed, she took him to play the piano.
Lately, Jennifer loved playing the piano with him most, and he also marveled at her piano skills. The boy’s piano teacher once
said that the boy was a great talent.
But now, he felt that she seemed to be more talented than him.
Although he could play all the notes perfectly, his tune never seemed to sound as melodious as hers. He wondered if this was
what his teacher meant by putting emotions into it.
At the end of the song, he asked in a low voice, “Why did you rush out, block that spit, and speak up for
me?”
“You’re my friend. Of course, I have to help you! Besides, it was clearly their fault. You didn’t do what your mommy did! How
could they speak badly about you?” she answered matter-of-factly.
He thought, “Friend? We were never friends!” He looked at her in a daze.

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09:36
Right then, in the living room of the Youngblood residence, Rosalie looked at Yvette’s son and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
Little did she expect that the highly-talented-in-piano little boy she once admired was Yvette’s son. “You’re Felix, right? We’ve
met before. I’m the mommy of Guille and Jen. You can call me Ms. Leighton,” said Rosalie.
She didn’t want to involve the grudges of the previous generation in the next generation. Since Jennifer insisted on keeping this
child in the Youngblood residence, Rosalie hoped that he could get along with everyone peacefully here without hatred in his
heart.
Fortunately, she didn’t spot any hatred or anger in Felix’s eyes at present. There were, however, traces of
nervousness.
“If you have anything to say to me, you can say it,” Rosalie prompted.
Hence, Felix said, “I want to see my mommy.”
Jonathan’s eyes immediately narrowed, but he heard Rosalie say, “Okay, I’ll help you arrange to meet your mommy for a bit.”
When they returned to the bedroom, Jonathan queried, “Are you really going to let that boy see Yvette?” “Felix is innocent. He
just misses his mother,” replied Rosalie. “Moreover, if I don’t agree, he might just do something we can’t expect in an attempt to
see Yvette.”
“In that case, I’ll go make arrangements,” Jonathan said.
Alas, to everyone’s shock, before Felix could see Yvette, the news of her taking her own life in the detention center came.
The tool Yvette used to suicide was an iron awl. No one knew how it got to Yvette’s hands, but she decisively stabbed this awl
hard into her chest.
Even after examining Yvette’s body, the forensic doctor expressed that her willingness to take her own life was likely extremely
strong, and her action was exceedingly determined!

What left an even deeper impression on everyone was that when Yvette died, there was still a smile on her lips as if all this was
a sort of relief for her.
Rosalie was stunned for a while upon hearing the news.
She thought, ‘Yvette Hamilton, who completely changed my fate, actually took her own life just like this? Then again, she used to
be a popular celebrity. If she really went on trial, the media would likely flood the news regarding her again. There’s no way
someone like Yvette can endure it.
Instead of letting herself appear in public in her most pathetic state, she’d rather die by her own hand.’
Rosalie had no sympathy for Yvette’s death at all; the only one she pitied was Felix.
When she informed Felix about it, Felix’s little body trembled, and the color instantaneously drained from his face. Still, he didn’t
cry and instead asked Rosalie, “May I see my mommy?”
Rosalie stared at Felix, thinking, “A five-year-old child should more or less already understand what life and death mean. Is it
really appropriate to let a child see a corpse, let alone it being his mother’s?”
“May I?” Felix peered at Rosalie with his clear eyes.