Chapter 92 The Linder family Has Nothing to Do with You

Rose took a deep breath and suppressed the grievances and anger she held inside.

"Dad, more haste, less speed. Timothy is not a fool. He's not going to marry me just because you want
him to," Rose analyzed the situation, "If he is the type to be shackled by marriage, he wouldn't be
single at the age of 35 with no women daring to marry him."

"It's because those women are not worthy of him! If you weren't the eldest daughter of the Linder
family, he wouldn't want to dine with you. It's your luck to marry him. How could you be so picky?"
Chandler sneered. "I'm telling you, from now on, you better handle this marriage with care. Or you'll be
taking responsibility for the consequences."

Rose didn't stay any longer and turned to leave.

The days just passed away like this. Since Bright called that day, he didn't contact Rose anymore – no
call or text.

Rose hadn't heard his voice for a long time and suddenly was a little not used to it.

A week later, Joy and Sophie returned from City G.

Rose picked up Doris from school and ran into them.

When Sophie saw Rose and Doris getting off the Ferrari sports car, she was anxious and angry, and
immediately rushed up and raised her hand to slap Rose.

But Rose was getting out of the car with Doris at the time, and she was not fully prepared. When she
collected herself, it was too late to avoid Sophie's hand completely. Sophie's fingertips swept across
her face, leaving a red mark.

"You bad woman. Why did you slap my mom?" Seeing that Rose was slapped, Doris blamed Sophie.



Sophie looked at Doris, who stood in front of Rose, protecting her. Doris was glaring at her with a pair
of big eyes, and her sharp gaze made her afraid.

This child addressed Rose as mom. Could she be the child that Rose gave birth to five years ago?

Sophie looked at the little child and remembered things from five years ago, remembered things she
didn't want to remember.

Her heart felt hurt as if it was being tightly gripped. She was so uncomfortable that she could hardly
breathe.

"Not only did I slap her, but I'm also going to slap you!" Fear accumulated inside Sophie. She raised
her hand to slap the child.

Rose grabbed her hand. She squinted at Sophie with a piercing gaze. "Sophie, I don't mind you
bullying me, yet you want to do the same to my daughter! I'm telling you, if you dare touch her, I won't
let you off!"

"Your daughter? You don't even know who your father is, you little—ah—" Before Sophie could say the
word, "brat", Rose slapped her in return.

The sound of Sophie being slapped was loud and crisp. Rose slapped Sophie so hard that her face
turned to the side, and half of her face became red and swollen.

Rose knew that there was going to be a fierce battle today. She didn't want to affect Doris, so she put
Doris on the car and covered her ears. "Sweetie, you can listen to nursery rhymes or watch cartoons.
Don't come out for a while no matter what happens outside."

"Mom, they are bad guys. They will bully you." Doris looked at her mother worriedly.



"Mom will not be bullied easily. And I will protect myself." Rose stroked Doris' face. "Don't worry.
Believe in mom."

"I believe in mom," Doris said supportively. "Go mom."

Rose was very pleased. Her daughter was the source of her strength, and there was nothing she
couldn't do.

She closed the door and saw Joy step forward to support Sophie. Rose said concerned, "Sophie, are
you okay?"

"Mom..." Sophie touched her injured face with the palm of her hand. Tears appeared in her aggrieved
eyes. "She drove my car when I wasn't home! That is my car!"

"Rose, how could you slap Sophie? When did you become so bold and audacious?" Joy scolded Rose.
"Why do you drive Sophie's car! Someone like you isn't worthy at all! Don't assume that you have the
right to control everything here just because you returned to the Linder family! I'm telling you, nothing in
the Linder family has to do with you!"

"And this daughter, don't even think about it!"

Joy glanced coldly at Doris, who was still glaring at them. She also felt upset as soon as she saw this
child.

"It's not up to you to decide whether things in the Linder family have to do with me."

"That's not up to you! Give the car back to Sophie."

"Look at it clearly, it's my car." Rose was not in a hurry to argue with them. She just stated the facts
lightly.



"Your car?" Joy and Sophie looked at the car with doubt.

Rose stepped back a bit so that they could see more clearly.

Sure enough, the license plate was not the same as Sophie's.

"Why do you have the same car as me?" Sophie asked.

"Why can't I have a car when you have one?" Rose curled her lips slightly and smiled.

"It's a new car I bought," Rose explained.

"How do you have money for a new car?" Joy asked suspiciously.

"Rose, did you trick some idiot who has no taste for women?" Sophie mocked Rose by pointing out that
she relied on men.

"Sister, I'm learned from you. I got the car the same way you got yours," Rose countered decisively.

Sophie and Joy glanced at each other. Their expressions changed from doubtful to confident, and they
still couldn't believe it.

"Rose, don't try to lie to us. Dad bought me that car for my birthday." Sophie's eyes were filled with
arrogance, showing that she was more important than Rose in the eyes of their parents. "How could
dad buy you a car? Even a Ferrari of the same model as mine. Who do you think you are?"

"You are dad's daughter, and so am I. You can buy it, and I can naturally buy it too!" Rose said the
reason.

"Impossible!" Joy and Sophie denied it in unison.



"What's impossible? You can check. It's dad who made the transfer. Otherwise, where would I get this
much money?" Rose's expression was lively.

"How is it possible? Dad won't buy it for you!" Sophie couldn't accept it.

Joy picked up her phone and was about to call Chandler. At this moment, his Mercedes-Benz car drew
into the yard.

While in the car, Chandler noticed that the atmosphere between these women wasn't right. He
somewhat regretted coming in and wished he could reverse the car.

As soon as Joy saw the car, she rushed forward and pulled the door. "Chandler, explain to me clearly.
Did you buy that car for this brat?"

Chandler sat inside and pulled the door, not daring to get off. He just replied weakly, "Joy, calm down
and listen to me."

"I'm asking you whether you bought that car. You just need to answer yes or no. I don't want to listen to
anything else." Joy's strength was no match for Chandler, so she could only open the door a little bit.

"I bought it." Chandler could only bite the bullet and admit.

When Joy heard this, her expression changed drastically. She yelled at him with anger, "Are you crazy?
How could you buy her a car?"

Sophie was also stunned but had to believe Rose. "Dad, why did you buy her a car? You even had to
pick the same model as mine? You are trying to disgust me, huh?"


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