The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

As she sat there, her eyes lingering on the fading sunlight outside the window, a wistful expression suddenly crossed her face. "Lady Natalie's gone," she murmured, a touch of sorrow in her voice. "And all the

young masters who were friends with her, they've all gone too. It's just me left now."

"Great-grandma, you've got me, and you've got my siblings at home. How can you be alone?" The young man held her cool hand in his, chuckling as he tried to lift her spirits.

Brisa trembled slightly and gently caressed her great-grandson's cheek.

Then she turned to Rosalynn. "Does the young master... does he still pay his respects to Ayden on his memorial days?"

Rosalynn wasn't certain, but to comfort Brisa, she nodded warmly. "Yes, he does. On birthdays and anniversaries, there are always tributes."

"And what about the little one that was never born? Does anyone pay respects to the baby?" Brisa inquired further.d2

Rosalynn knew she was referring to the unborn child that Betsy was carrying.

"Yes, that too," Rosalynn confirmed with another nod.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"That's good. I had a plaque made for the little one at the church, but as a servant, it's better if the family remembers. It would be too sad if the baby was forgotten."

As she spoke, Brisa cleaned a tear that had found its way down her cheek.

"Don't worry, Wayne and I will remember to pay our respects," Rosalynn assured her, realizing she needed to take part in this tradition from now on.

"Poor souls," Brisa sighed deeply. "Everything was fine... I still can't understand why Ayden suddenly fell ill. Dr. Lange always said that as long as Ayden took his medication regularly, he would be just fine. How could he have fallen ill so suddenly?"

To Rosalynn, Brisa's musings were like ripples spreading across a still pond.

Indeed, Osmond was one of the world's leading psychiatrists. If he had allowed Ayden to return home, it must have been after a thorough assessment. Why then did Ayden suffer a relapse?

She had reviewed the medical report and discovered that there had been no warning signs prior to Ayden's episode. Was that normal?

Doubt crept into Rosalynn's mind.

At that moment, the kitchen began serving dinner.

Knowing that a cherished guest had returned, the cooks prepared the meal with extra care.

But the chef from the old days was long gone. Even though the recipes and techniques were the same, the food no longer tasted the same to Brisa.

She felt a pang of nostalgia. However, with Rosalynn's company and gentle persuasion, she managed to enjoy the meal.

When it was time to part, her only regret was that she hadn't seen "the young master's children."

Rosalynn showed her videos and pictures, then Brisa beamed with joy. "They're beautiful, truly beautiful!"

"Take good care of yourself, and when the little ones are on holiday, I'll bring them to visit you," Rosalynn said tenderly.

Brisa nodded but didn't reply.

Rosalynn sent pictures of Cory and Ivy to Brisa's great-grandson. Brisa looked over them the entire way home, muttering to herself, "The children of Master Ayden and Miss Betsy would have been just as beautiful. Such a shame."

After meeting with Brisa, it was late by the time Rosalynn headed home.

Before she could get there, a message from Brisa's great-grandson, Jameson, popped up on her phone.

The first message, sent half an hour earlier, read, [Ma'am, my great-grandma and I have made it home safely.]

The next message struck her like a sudden chill, [Ma'am, thank you for your kindness to my great-grandmother today. She has just passed away peacefully, with a smile on her face.]