The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

So Penn suggested it was time for a family visit.

On hearing the news, Rosalynn immediately asked Baillie to take Cory and Ivy to Munich.

The kids were ecstatic about seeing their dad, even the usually stoic Cory couldn't hide his smile for days. "Honey, you could go too," Paige said to Rosalynn.b2

Rosalynn stared at her cup of seemingly bottomless herbal tea, wondering if it was some kind of magical goblet. "I'll wait for him to come home," Rosalynn said softly, with a smile. She didn't dare to take the risk.

Wayne was doing so well; what if seeing her again triggered something.

Paige didn't know what to say to comfort her. She gently rubbed Rosalynn's back, trying to offer some support.

After some time, Paige found it hard to decipher who was in debt to whom in the relationship between Rosalynn and Wayne. The only thing she knew for sure was that, debt or no debt, these two were inextricably linked, incomplete without the other, as if they were two halves of a whole. You are me, and I am you.

Just then, Trista, with considerable effort, crawled up to Rosalynn and plopped a little doll on her foot.

Rosalynn put down her herbal tea, then scooped up the chubby little baby with a grin, rubbing her cheek against the child's.

"Oh my, all drools!" Paige laughed and groaned.

"My Trista knows how to charm her future mother-in-law already, what a sweetheart!" With her son miles away, Rosalynn joked freely. Far away, Cory sneezed quietly.

Baillie looked at him attentively, "Are you cold? Shall we wrap the scarf around you..."

"Not cold," Cory waved his hand off, "How much longer till we get to Dad?"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Half an hour," Baillie replied, carefully stowing the scarf away.

Throughout the journey, he'd brought lots of snacks and books, none of which seemed necessary.

Even Ivy had been unusually quiet, either buried in her worksheets or lost in thought for minutes on end.

After the flight, Ivy slumped into her child seat and was out like a light, baffling Baillie.

Cory nodded and carefully tucked the blanket around his sister.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the back entrance of Penn's institute.

Ivy, who had been dozing, seemed to sense their arrival and woke up instantly.

She was groggy. Blinking, she looked around, confirmed Cory was beside her, and whimpered with tears in her eyes, "Brother..." "We're at Dad's," Cory said gently.

That brought Ivy back to reality. She cleaned the tears from her eyes, unbuckled herself, and as the car door opened, she hopped out. Wayne, hearing the car, came out immediately. His eyes lit up at the sight of his daughter, who had clearly grown taller.

"Ivy!" Wayne exclaimed joyfully.

"Daddy!" Ivy tried to hold back her tears but failed, crying as she threw herself into Wayne's arms, holding him tight.

Every day, Wayne was surrounded by medication.

Even after a careful bath and fresh clothes, Ivy could still smell the bitterness of medicine on him.

She was deeply upset, "Daddy, I missed you so, so much. Are you feeling better? Does it hurt anywhere?"

"No pain, Daddy's fine," Wayne said, his voice thick with emotion, as he lifted his gaze to his son standing by the car, "Cory... come here to Daddy."