She rushed to the fireplace to try to save it, but the scorching flames pushed her back. But Rosanne did not care about the burning pain and waited until the ruthless flames burned her fingertips, but in the end, she only saved half of the manuscript.
Rosanne held the torn paper in her hands, shaking with anger. She could no longer suppress her anger and slapped Maribel's teary face.
“Ah!”
Maribel let out a sharp scream instantly and the sound quickly spread to the side, causing the people who were meeting next door to immediately end the meeting.
The door of the editor-in-chief's office was kicked open, Addie rushed in and Maribel immediately ran into his arms.
“Addie, I wanted to ask Mrs. Marquez for translation skills today, but she actually... hit me," Maribel cried bitterly and even bit Rosanne in order to gain trust.
Rosanne turned around abruptly and as she listened to Maribel's lies, she immediately forgot the pain of the burn. She tried to control her breathing, her heartbeat became more rapid and she cursed at her.
“Maribel, don't put the cart before the horse. It's obviously…."
“That's enough, Rosanne!”
The man's roar ended the quarrel and also completely extinguished Rosanne's heart.
This was the first time that Addie lost his temper with him because of an outsider.
His face visibly darkened and there was suppressed anger in his voice.
Addie ignored her anger and hugged the woman tighter. On the other hand, Maribel looked like a smug villain and challenged Rosanne with her eyes without any fear.
“Rosanne, I don't understand why you are so malicious towards Maribel.
“You've had a problem with Maribel since she first came to the Diplomatic Office, always finding fault with her at work. Although Maribel's experience is not as rich as yours, as a senior, you should respect the juniors instead of suppressing them blindly!”
Maribel wiped away her tears, pinched her voice, pretended to cry and gently comforted Addie, “Addie, I have always admired Mrs. Marquez. But if Mrs. Marquez doesn't like me, I will leave."
‘Leave? Oh, she meant I should leave them. Okay, then.’
Rosanne could no longer bear it, so she clenched the unfinished manuscript in her hand, turned around and left, slamming the door.
Her heart was in so much pain.
This was not the first time that Addie had defended Maribel in this way.
She had previously pointed out Maribel's translation errors in the document, but Addie accused her of nitpicking and targeting the newcomer.
Rosanne knew very well that if the document from Addie was only roughly translated by Maribel, it would not be presentable at all.
For the sake of Addie's face and also to take into account Addie's career, she revised the manuscripts handled by Maribel again and again behind the scenes.
The burns on her hands were frighteningly red and still irritated Rosanne's fragile nerves from time to time.
She still remembers that when they were newly married, Addie would run all over the capital of Country C in the middle of the night to find the best family doctor and buy the most expensive special medicine for her minor gastroenteritis.
He said that he would protect her all his life, no matter how old his age, in sickness or death, he would never leave me.
But that time, the shocking burns on her hands were nothing compared to Maribel's crocodile tears.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when they returned to the family quarters of the diplomatic office.
England thoughtfully allocated single-family houses to its diplomatic officials stationed in Country C. Rosanne had been living there since she married Addie.
After entering the room, Rosanne ignored Addie who was sitting on the sofa and walked straight into the room.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
