The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

With Rosalynn anchoring the procession, everything went smoothly.

There were tears for the mourning, black armbands for the bereaved, and strong shoulders to carry the casket. The journey to the funeral home culminated in a heartfelt farewell.

Rosalynn, accompanied by Ivy and Cory, approached the casket where Brisa lay in repose.

"Cory, Ivy, this is the nanny who helped raise your father..." she explained gently.

Wordlessly, Ivy offered three respectful bows. Following a beat behind, her brother Cory did the same.

Rosalynn's smile beamed with pride and contentment.d2

Gazing at Brisa's portrait, she silently asked for forgiveness, "Brisa, I'm truly sorry for today's troubles. I hope you understand. Jameson is a good kid; I couldn't bear to see him wronged. You've now met Ivy and Cory. I hope you can journey to paradise without any worries."NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

When the time for cremation came, Jameson insisted on being present.

Ivy and Cory, worn out from the day's events, had already fallen asleep in the car.

Rosalynn stepped out to check on them when Jameson's mother approached with a new shawl in hand. "Mrs. Silverman, it's getting a bit chilly with the breeze. Please wrap yourself with this shawl so you don't catch cold."

Rosalynn accepted it with a smile, "Thank you."

"It's me who should be thanking you," the woman said as tears welled up in her eyes again. "If you hadn't been here today, I fear those vultures would have stripped my Jameson bare!" "Jameson did nothing wrong," Rosalynn assured her warmly. "You and your husband have raised him well; he's so mature and dignified for his age."

The woman's face brightened with a smile. "Jameson was such an easy child, even in the womb. He's never been a bother, except for this one incident... He just wanted his great-grandmother's last wishes to be fulfilled. We adults were the ones making a fuss..."

"I understand," Rosalynn nodded gently.

The woman continued, "Actually, Helena just wants to transfer the H City house to her eldest son for his wedding and use Brisa's jewelries as their son's wedding gifts. She could've just said so; our Jameson wouldn't squabble with them over it!"

"That's not quite right," Rosalynn spoke with a hint of seriousness. "What's meant for Jameson is his by right. If Brisa didn't leave it for your other nephew, she had her reasons. Even if it's just to honor her wishes, the house and jewelry should stay with Jameson."

The woman was taken aback, having never considered this perspective. She always thought of these material possessions as sources of ugly disputes, and that it was better to let others have them if they wanted them so badly. Her resistance today was solely because they had attacked Jameson and slandered him.

"But what if they cause a scene..."

"I'll make sure it's resolved before I leave," Rosalynn reassured her as she draped the shawl around her shoulders. "Consider it payment for this lovely shawl."

"Thank you, Mrs. Silverman, truly. My husband and I... we've been useless parents..." the woman's eyes brimmed with tears again, just as her husband finished escorting the last of the condolence callers and rushed over.

"Honey, you can't keep crying in front of Mrs. Silverman," he chided gently.

The woman quickly composed herself, mindful of the business superstitions.

"It's alright," Rosalynn said softly.

The man turned to Rosalynn with profuse gratitude. Then, his tone shifted, "Oh, Mrs. Silverman, didn't you send someone over recently to ask Brisa about the old family stories concerning the elder young master?"

Rosalynn nodded in confirmation, "Yes, I did."

"Well, I've got something to tell you, not sure if it'll aid in your investigation," he said seriously. "After your person left, Brisa got all mixed up, clutched a few pill bottles tightly, and kept muttering about something not being right..."