The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Malcom's family stood there, slack-jawed, staring at Rosalynn. The tantrums and tears were stuck in their throats, unable to find their way out.

Finally, it was Paul who snapped out of it first, his gaze fixed on Rosalynn, "Mrs. Silverman, when it all comes down to it, this is our family business. The little bit that Great-Grandma left behind is nothing more than what your family spends in a month! Why the heck do you have to stick your nose in?"

"How many times do I have to say it for you to get it through your thick skull? I'm upholding Brisa's last wishes. Whoever she left her things to, that's who gets them. If you want to change that, you're crossing Brisa. And crossing Brisa means crossing my husband. And if you cross my husband, you sure as hell won't have an easy time with me," Rosalynn laid out her logic in no uncertain terms.

Helena plopped down on the floor, started slapping her thighs, and burst into tears.b2

After all this commotion, they were going to walk away with nothing, and her son and husband had been slapped across the face. Where could she go to make this right?

It was all because that darn biased old hag favored Jameson's family!

Knowing full well that Paul was of marrying age, she had left the prime piece of real estate in H City, along with some jewelries, to Jameson for when he got hitched. But how old was Jameson anyway?

They had assumed that Jameson and his parents were easy to push around and had planned to coerce them into transferring the property to their son.

But then, unexpectedly, this woman called Rosalynn came along stirring up trouble!

"This house is in Jameson's father's name now, isn't it?" Rosalynn turned to Jameson's father, having done her homework.

Originally, the property was in the name of Malcom, who had made a disgraceful spectacle of himself to get it during the family split.

Unfortunately, four years ago, it was Paul who, due to gambling debts, had mortgaged the family home and failed to repay the money on time. The house was on the brink of being auctioned off.

It was Jameson's father who couldn't bear to part with the house where he had grown up and wanted to leave a keepsake for Brisa. So, he sold his own property in B City to buy back the family home.

If it weren't for the legal procedures through the courts, Paul's family certainly would not have been cooperative in changing the name. "Yes," Jameson's father replied.

"Now that the funeral is over, would any of you like to stay for tea?" Rosalynn asked the remaining members of the Davis family.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment before they caught on that Rosalynn was helping Jameson and his father show them the door.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"No, no, we have a lot of things to take care of back home!"

"Yeah, yeah, my little grandson is waiting for me at home. Jameson, dear, your auntie has to leave now. Don't be too upset about your great-grandma's passing. Study hard and come visit your auntie when you have a break!"

"You're a good kid, Jameson. All of us elders see that. If you need anything, just give us a call. Family's got to support each other, you know!"

The adults who had been verbally attacking Jameson earlier were now suddenly full of loving concern as they said their goodbyes.

Jameson felt a bittersweet taste in his mouth. His family's gentle nature meant these relatives rarely showed them much respect. Usually demanding favors with a sense of entitlement, they had never been as kind as they were today.

Once everyone had left, only Paul's family of three remained sitting on the ground.

Rosalynn stood up and sauntered over to them. "Do you know why Brisa didn't leave you anything extra?"

Paul clenched his teeth in anger before scoffing. "I suppose it's because I'm not as good at brown-nosing as Jameson."

"You're wrong," Rosalynn said, fixing her eyes on Paul.