That was her grandmother's favorite cookbook, filled with medicinal recipes.
Her grandmother used to love reading it on the lounge chair in the courtyard, murmuring to her, “This dish looks good. I’ll make this fish for you today, Rosalind.”
Now, it was all ruined.
Rosalind’s eyes darkened, a storm of fury gathering within them.
She strode toward the inner courtyard.
Seeing her, a young apprentice dressed like a massage therapist immediately put down the wooden bucket he was holding and frantically raised his hands to sign.
Rosalind placed a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes were incredibly deep, but her tone was calm. “Galeno, don't worry. Tell me slowly, what happened?”
Galeno was a boy her kind-hearted grandmother had found on the street. He was born mute and could only communicate through sign language.
He could make sounds now. Small for his age, with a clean-cut appearance, he looked about eleven. He raised his arms to sign to Rosalind, his handsome eyes full of a quiet, fierce energy.
“Are you saying they did all this?” Rosalind’s voice grew progressively colder.
Galeno nodded, his voice hoarse as he continued to sign.
Rosalind’s eyes narrowed slightly. “She told all of you that I’m not with the Yates family anymore?”
Galeno grunted in affirmation and signed: Grandma is very worried about you.
“Worried about me?” A frigid smile touched Rosalind’s lips. “The one who should be worried is Rachel.”
At that moment, a sigh echoed from the inner room.

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