The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"Are you familiar with your father's skill as a psychiatrist?" Rosalynn didn't respond directly but posed her own question instead.

"He was one of the best in the world at the time," Penn replied without a moment's hesitation. It wasn't just a son's high opinion of his father; it was the consensus in the professional community.

"So, it's strange, isn't it? If he was able to help Ayden get back to a normal life, what are the chances he'd suddenly snap and commit murder?" Rosalynn's voice was heavy with implication.

Penn was smart and, piecing together Rosalynn's persistent questions about the medication, said, "You suspect there was something wrong with the medication Ayden was taking? My father had the same suspicion at first, but he carefully checked the meds himself. There was nothing wrong."

"But what if someone switched the medication back to the correct ones before your father arrived?" Rosalynn asked, emphasizing each word.

That thought sent shivers down Penn's spine.d2

"As far as I know, Ayden's medication was always handled by Ms. Albinia. She was meticulous because she worried he might take too little or accidentally overdose. She would measure out the doses my father prescribed and then give them to Ayden," Penn said, his voice betraying a rare hint of agitation. "Ms. Albinia would never harm Ayden!"

"Of course, Ms. Albinia wouldn't harm Ayden. She was carrying his child, dreaming of their future together. She'd only want his condition to improve," Rosalynn said, as if talking to Penn and yet also to herself. "So who could it be?"

"Why are you so certain about the medication bottles?" Penn asked, trying to calm himself.

Rosalynn's next words hit him like a ton of bricks.

If it truly was foul play...What were his father's last years of agony for?

"Some time ago, I had people look for Brisa to find out more about you and Ayden. They found her, but she was in a state of confusion, not saying much of use. However, after my people left, she suddenly started clutching a medicine bottle, muttering over and over that something wasn't right."

"I see. I'll go and check the packaging of the medication Ayden was using right away."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Well." Rosalynn hung up the phone.

As evening fell, a chilly breeze picked up. The temperature seemed to drop suddenly.

Rosalynn glanced at the twilight sky, feeling an urgent need to get to the bottom of this. Otherwise, even if Wayne recovered now, he might fall victim to the same fate.

After the cremation was over, Brisa's burial was scheduled for the next morning.

That night, the Davis family hosted a dinner at a local restaurant for the mourners.

Rosalynn made an appearance before leaving Felix to hold the fort while she took the kids back to the hotel.

Jameson had escorted her there.

The ointment Felix provided worked wonders, reducing the swelling on Jameson's face, though the ugly slap mark was still visible.

"Sir, it must hurt, right?" Ivy, holding her mother's hand, looked at Jameson with concern. "Next time someone tries to hit you, you need to duck, and if you can't, you have to hit back!" Jameson smiled, "I'm not in pain. Next time I'll be quicker on my feet and dodge."

"Mhm," Ivy nodded sagely, "It's also good not to fight back. The family lawyer said that if you do, it becomes mutual combat..."

"Always worrying," Rosalynn said fondly, ruffling her daughter's hair.

"They're so adorable," Jameson said sincerely. "Great-grandma couldn't stop smiling at their photos all the way home."

"I thought the old lady had more time left, given how cheerful and chatty she was yesterday," Rosalynn said, stroking Ivy's hand and glancing at Cory.

"Life is unpredictable," Jameson said, his eyes reddening.

Among the Davis clan, Jameson had spent the most time by Brisa's side. Their bond had always been strong.

"Jameson, your dad showed me the video you sent him," Rosalynn changed the subject. "After my people visited Brisa, she suddenly became obsessed with the pill bottles?"