The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

The chill of the evening air made Helena instinctively shrink back, retreating until she was standing firmly beside her husband, Malcom. "You're slinging mud!" Mr. Anderson's face flushed with anger.

"If we're slinging mud, where did all the stuff from grandma's room disappear to? Can you explain that?!" Helena shot back, her voice rising above the commotion.

"Enough with the racket!" Cory, who was usually quiet outside of the home, furrowed his brow in disapproval. His voice wasn't loud, but the room fell silent in an instant.

"The old lady just passed away. If you're after her estate, at least wait until she's been laid to rest. Not even a day has passed. What kind of heart do you all have? Do you want her to rest in peace or not?" Felix stood in the back, flanked by two burly men, solid as a brick wall.

"Mrs. Silverman, what is this about? If you're here to pay your respects, we welcome you, but if you're here to stir up trouble..."d2

Malcom, Helena's husband, immediately puffed up, ready to defend his turf.

The relatives behind him were pulling at his sleeve.

This was Wayne's wife, after all. The loose change that fell from their pockets could keep them fed for a lifetime.

They couldn't afford to offend her, not when they had the chance to meet her in person.

With so many in the family, what was Brisa's little bit of leftover going to amount to? Better to cling to this lifeline!

"Seems to me you're the ones looking for trouble," Rosalynn's voice turned icy.

Seeing this, Helena quickly gestured, "Ma'am, please, there are children present! Let's not frighten them. My husband is just too grieved. He was especially close to Brisa!"Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"Felix, call some folks over from Steinberg," Rosalynn said dismissively, paying no mind to the others. "From now on, anyone who dares disturb Brisa's funeral will have to answer to me, Rosalynn!" Her presence was commanding.

The courtyard fell silent, filled with a palpable tension.

Helena and Malcom exchanged glances, but ultimately neither found the courage to speak up.

"You mentioned something was missing, and it seems there's some dispute over the inheritance," Rosalynn continued, "Once Brisa is peacefully buried, I'll help you call the police to investigate what's missing and I'll even pay for a lawyer to look into what's at issue with the estate."

At these words, the complexions of the family grew even more sullen.

Brisa's will had been made when she was still clear-headed, fearing that the numerous children would squabble over petty cash later on. She had even had the town elders witness it. The will was surely without issue.

They only thought that Jameson and his parents, being mild-mannered and unassertive, would be shamed into giving up the house and the gold left specifically for them by Brisa. But who could have expected Rosalynn to emerge like a knight in shining armor!

"Mr. and Mrs. Davis, this is a token of my husband's and my condolences," Rosalynn said, stepping forward to hand an envelope to Jameson's parents.

The slap marks on Jameson's face were an angry red. Losing his great-grandmother was bad enough, and the slaps had added insult to injury. He was on the brink of tears.

"It's okay," Rosalynn said softly, patting his arm. "Felix, do we have any anti-inflammatory patches in the car?"

"We do, I'll get them right away!" Felix dashed out and quickly returned with the patches, applying one to Jameson's swollen cheek.

Throughout, Rosalynn ignored the rest of the Davis family.

Considering their present behavior, she doubted they had been kind to Brisa in the past.

There was no need for false courtesies.

She believed Brisa would have wanted her to stand up and protect Jameson.