The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Rosalynn chuckled, her shoulders gently shaking with the laughter.

"What if they still bug you for mom's contact info?" Ivy popped her little head out with a mischievous grin.

Rosalynn was never great with hairdos. Right now, our little artist Ivy was in a state of a ponytail gone rogue, with a few strands defiantly sticking out.

Cory had to keep patting down the unruly tufts, but to little avail.b2

"Just block and delete 'em!" Jameson quipped, tilting his head towards Ivy.

He found Ivy exceedingly cute, her voice sweet and soft like marshmallows.

"Then you can ask Uncle Felix to give them a piece of his mind!" Ivy suggested helpfully. "Did you see those slaps? Knocked their teeth out!"

Jameson and his parents had been worried that Felix's rough tactics might have scared Cory and Ivy. But to their surprise, she seemed quite approving of Felix's approach!

"Okay, Miss Little Strategist, no more bad ideas forthem," Rosalynn said, ruffling Ivy's hair before turning to the Davis family. "I've got things to take care of back in H City, and Ivy and Cory need to return to school tomorrow, so we won't stay any longer."

"Oh, sure! It's been quite the ordeal for you!" Jameson and his parents nodded earnestly.

"My duty," Rosalynn said as she led the kids to the door, pausing to look back one last time.

If she had been a bit quicker on the uptake that day, and pressed Brisa for more information, perhaps she could have uncovered more useful details.

After Rosalynn and the kids left in the car, the Davis family stood at the door, watching until the vehicle disappeared around the corner.

"Grandma used to say that young Master Wayne had found a special girl to him, and I wondered how special she could be. Never thought that after all this time, it'd be this dear miss saving my wife and child," Jameson's father said reflectively, cleaning his tears.

"Dad, don't do this," Jameson soothed in a soft voice. "We've been through the wringer this time, seen the true colors of the world. From now on, we'll just live our own lives and not worry about anything else." "Yeah," Jameson's mother nodded. "We'll take a trip to H City in the next few days to transfer the house ownership. Then, just as grandma wished, before our boy gets too deep into school, we'll take a family trip. Let's visit the cities in R Country where she once lived and worked!"

"That's great, mom, you always said you never had a honeymoon with dad. We can make up for it now!" Jameson added.

A warm breeze blew past, reminiscent of the gentle caress his great-grandmother once gave him.

Jameson felt a lump in his throat.

He looked in the direction the wind had taken, thinking to himself, "Great-grandma, please don't worry about us. From now on, we'll live well for ourselves, free from the shackles of family expectations, just as you wanted."

In life, Brisa truly despised how Jameson's parents could never say no to the Davis', always working themselves to the bone and spending money, only to be taken for granted.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Despite her numerous reprimands, they had little impact. If her death taught them a lesson, it finally fulfilled her wish.

The car cruised smoothly on the freeway.

Rosalynn's mind was still preoccupied with the medicine issue.

She had someone meticulously recheck everything.

Back when Ayden was critically ill, the last person who had close contact with him and was still alive had been Brisa. And with Brisa's passing, there was no one left on this earth who knew the details of Ayden's surroundings.