Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 575: Who is responsible for this?

"A-about that... did you forget you had to rush home because Kathrine suddenly fell ill?" Roseline said, her voice trembling slightly as the memory surfaced.

She remembered very clearly how that day had unfolded.

It had been her doing.

The moment George’s sister arrived asking to meet Hugo, Roseline had immediately realized the danger. The woman had come determined to speak, determined to reveal things Roseline did not want Hugo to hear.

So Roseline had acted quickly.

She had called Hugo and told him that Kathrine had suddenly fallen ill and needed him immediately. Naturally, Hugo had rushed home without questioning anything.

Meanwhile, Norma had been sent away with a different story altogether.

Roseline had calmly told her that Hugo refused to meet the sister of a criminal. She had made it sound as though Hugo had no interest in hearing anything related to George or his family.

The lie had worked perfectly.

Now, years later, Hugo seemed to remember the incident differently.

He paused, thinking over Roseline’s words, and slowly nodded.

"Yes... that did happen," he said quietly.

For a moment Roseline felt a small sense of relief.

But the way Hugo was still looking at her made her uneasy.

Roseline carefully studied his expression.

The sudden interest Hugo was showing in George’s family could only mean one thing.

He wanted to meet them.

And if Hugo truly intended to meet anyone connected to George, then the possibility of the truth surfacing was no longer distant.

It was dangerously close.

Roseline’s fingers tightened together as a wave of anxiety passed through her.

If Hugo met them, they would speak.

And if they spoke, everything she had hidden for years could collapse in a single moment.

She forced herself to speak again, trying to steer his thoughts in another direction.

"I doubt they would even agree to meet you, Hugo," she said carefully.

"They could have approached you long ago if they wanted to talk. But they didn’t."

She paused briefly before continuing.

"They only reopened the case now. I am sure this is nothing but revenge."

Roseline’s eyes lowered slightly as she added another layer to her argument.

"After all, we are not as influential as we once were."

The implication was clear.

Without the power and influence they once had, they were now vulnerable.

Perhaps George’s family had waited for exactly this moment to strike back.

It was a convenient explanation.

One she hoped Hugo would believe.

But Hugo did not respond immediately.

His gaze remained fixed on Roseline, his eyes sharp and probing as if he were carefully weighing every word she spoke.

"I doubt that is possible," he finally said.

His voice was calm, but there was something unsettling about the way he spoke.

"Not unless they have found some kind of lead."

His eyes continued to bore into Roseline, studying her reaction closely.

Roseline felt the tension building inside her chest.

She already knew that Collin had taken action by attacking Daniel. That move had been meant as a warning, a way to scare Daniel away from digging deeper into George’s case.

But Daniel was not the only one who could become a problem now.

Hugo had started asking questions as well.

And that was something Roseline had never prepared for.

How was she supposed to stop him?

How could she prevent him from meeting the very people she had wronged and falsely accused years ago?

The more she thought about it, the more suffocating the situation became.

Hugo did not linger any longer.

Without saying another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

Roseline remained where she was.

The moment he disappeared from sight, her strength seemed to leave her completely.

She slowly sank back into the couch, pressing a trembling hand against her chest.

Her heart was pounding violently.

Each beat echoed loudly in her ears as panic began creeping into her mind.

The more she replayed Hugo’s words, the clearer one terrifying thought became.

If Hugo continued searching for answers, the truth would not remain buried forever.

And when that truth finally surfaced, it would mean the end of everything she had built upon her carefully constructed lies.

Roseline could feel panic steadily creeping into her mind.

For years she had managed everything carefully. Every lie had been placed with precision, every situation manipulated so that no one would question the past too deeply. She had always stayed one step ahead.

But now things were beginning to slip out of her control.

Hugo had started asking questions.

And questions were dangerous.

Roseline knew exactly how fragile the situation had become. If Hugo continued digging into George’s case and eventually met someone from George’s family, the truth could surface at any moment.

That was something she could not allow.

She had already taken precautions.

At one point she had successfully planted doubts in Anna’s mind about Daniel, making sure Anna would remain emotionally conflicted. That move had bought Roseline time.

But now time was exactly what she was running out of.

If the investigation continued at this pace, everything she had buried for years might come crashing down.

Roseline pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to steady her thoughts.

She needed to slow things down.

She needed to delay the investigation.

Even if it meant doing something drastic.

Her breathing grew heavier as possibilities raced through her mind.

For a moment she felt as if the walls around her were closing in.

Then suddenly an idea struck her.

Roseline’s eyes widened slightly.

A slow realization formed in her mind, followed by a cold determination.

"Yes..." she whispered under her breath.

That might work.

If she acted quickly enough, she could still regain control of the situation.

Roseline slowly straightened her posture, the panic in her chest slowly transforming into resolve.

"I’m sorry, Hugo," she murmured quietly.

"But this is something I must do to save myself."

Her eyes gleamed with a sharp, calculating light.

Whatever guilt might have existed in her heart had long been buried beneath her need to protect herself.

She had come too far to let everything collapse now.

Roseline rose from the couch and walked toward the staircase with firm steps.

Each movement carried a new sense of determination.

***

Anna and Daniel spent most of the afternoon in their room, wrapped in a quiet moment that felt almost peaceful compared to the chaos surrounding their lives.

Daniel had insisted she stop worrying for a while, and somehow he had managed to keep her close beside him the entire time. They talked, laughed softly, and at some point simply ended up lying together, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence.

For a few hours, the world outside their room seemed to disappear.

Anna rested against him while Daniel absentmindedly played with her fingers, his movements slow and relaxed.

"See?" Daniel murmured. "Nothing terrible happened because you took a break from thinking."

Anna gave him a faint smile.

"I still wasn’t sleeping," she reminded him.

Daniel chuckled quietly.

"You were close enough."

Eventually, however, Daniel finally let Anna sit up properly, insisting he needed to stretch a little. She moved toward the edge of the bed, brushing her hair back as she reached for her phone, but before she could check it, Daniel’s phone suddenly rang.

Daniel glanced at the screen.

Henry.

He answered immediately.

"Yes, Henry," Daniel said, his tone calm.

But the moment he heard what Henry was saying on the other end, his expression changed completely.

"What?" Daniel’s voice turned sharp with disbelief.

Anna immediately noticed the shift in his face.

"What happened?" she asked, standing up from the bed.

Daniel did not answer right away. He remained silent for a moment, listening carefully as Henry continued speaking. His brows slowly knitted together, the tension in his jaw becoming visible.

When the call ended, Daniel lowered the phone slowly.

Anna stepped closer.

"Daniel, what happened?" she asked again, her voice growing anxious.

Instead of replying immediately, Daniel picked up his tablet from the table and quickly opened a news portal.

Within seconds the screen filled with flashing headlines.

Anna leaned closer to look.

The moment her eyes landed on the news, her entire body stiffened.

The headline read:

Hugo Bennett Attempts Suicide. Family Scandal Erupts.

Anna felt the blood drain from her face.

"What...?" she whispered.

Daniel scrolled further down the page.

A live broadcast video was already circulating.

Roseline Bennett was standing before a crowd of reporters, cameras flashing around her as she spoke dramatically.

Her eyes looked red as if she had been crying, and her voice trembled with practiced emotion.

"My husband has been under immense mental stress," Roseline said during the broadcast. "He has been pushed into this condition because of constant harassment."

The reporters immediately leaned closer, asking questions all at once.

"Mrs. Bennett, who is responsible for this?"

Roseline lowered her head slightly before answering.

"The pressure from Norma... and Daniel..."

Anna’s breath caught in her throat.

Roseline continued speaking, her voice filled with sorrow. "They are the reason Husband took such an extreme step."