The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Rosalynn chuckled to herself as she watched him disappear into the bedroom. She noticed the chaos of papers strewn all over his study. Tiptoeing in, she decided to do a bit of tidying up.

After ensuring the bedroom door was closed, Rosalynn started picking up the scattered papers off the floor. The first few she grabbed turned out to be test papers.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Upon closer inspection, Rosalynn realized that Cory had been working on past standardized test papers from H City's middle school exams. She glanced towards the bedroom door and, for some reason, her thoughts drifted to Molly.

Remembering Jaime's complaints, Rosalynn couldn't help but snicker. It looked like Uncle Jaime was mistaken; not only did Trista and Ivy adore Molly.

Cory seemed to have a soft spot for her too.

Deciding to leave things as they were, Rosalynn quietly retreated from Cory's room and went back to the master bedroom. She slipped into her comfy pajamas, feeling too awake for sleep, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.d2

The night was stunning, with the moon hanging high and stars scattered across the sky. It had been a long time since Rosalynn had felt such tranquility-like finally finding peace after a turbulent journey. Meanwhile, a plane took off from Munich, cutting through the night towards the distant East.

The next day, no one woke the kids from their holiday slumber; they had all stayed up late, and even Molly slept in until nine.

During holidays, the breakfast at Rosalynn's house was always a self-serve affair, ready for late risers.

One by one, the kids got up and made their way to the dining room for breakfast.

Rosalynn, with a small suitcase in tow, descended the stairs.

"Mommy, are you going on a trip?" Ivy asked immediately.

Rosalynn nodded, "I'll be away for about a week or so."

"That long?" Ivy's face fell. "We can't come with you, can we?"

"No, sweetie." Rosalynn set her suitcase down and walked into the dining room.

"But when I come back, I'll bring gifts."

Ivy had more gifts than she knew what to do with. She'd trade them all just to have her mom come home sooner.

"Still not excited about the gift?" Rosalynn teased, pinching her daughter's cheek. "I promise it's something you've been wanting very, very much."

Ivy thought to herself what she wanted most was her dad to come home. But that seemed impossible; there hadn't been any news of him.

"Just be safe," Ivy said with puppy-dog eyes. "Finish up your work and come home soon. Remember, I miss you every second."

"I will," Rosalynn assured her, stroking her hair and planting a kiss on her forehead. "And you kids, help take care of little Trista." Molly and Cory nodded in agreement.

After giving her instructions, Rosalynn left the house, with Ivy watching tearfully from the doorway.

The luggage was stowed in the trunk, and the car slowly drove away from Moonlit Lake, the morning sun casting a golden glow over the house Rosalynn once disdained to accept.

Not much time had passed, but the events that unfolded in the Bane Corporation CEO's office had already become a hazy memory in Rosalynn's mind.