Babel Novel
Chapter 2161
Natalie had always been exceptionally kind to her. No matter what she did to others, Rosalynn just couldn't bring herself to speak ill of her.
A soft drizzle fell upon the tombstone, blurring Natalie's etched smile.
"I don't know why I felt the need to come here, but it seemed right... to talk to you," Rosalynn said, gazing at Natalie's cheerful visage captured in stone.
There were too many unanswered questions in her heart, but with Natalie gone, those answers seemed forever out of reach.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.
Natalie was a paradox. She seemed so harsh, so cruel at times, yet she pulled people like Osmond out of the gutter, offering them a fresh start.
Ms. Albinia and Penn had also flourished under her guidance, and she was extraordinarily tender with Rosalynn.d2
But she was also the architect of a long-standing abuse towards Ayden, which culminated in a tragedy that severed the ties of three generations.
Rosalynn desperately wanted to ask Natalie why she had done what she did. She was so stringent with Ayden, yet she coddled Quentin into an overgrown, helpless man-baby. And in the end...
Rosalynn stood silent before Natalie's memorial, consoling herself with the thought that the deceased are beyond our judgment. She turned, ready to leave.
Felix, noticing her demeanor, quickly came over, taking the umbrella from Rosalynn's hand, "Ma'am, it's getting late. How about we grab a bite before heading back?"
"Alright," Rosalynn agreed.
Just then, a figure approached, an elderly woman staggering forward, with a young man gently supporting her.
"Are you Wayne's wife?" As they passed by, the old lady turned to Rosalynn and inquired.
Rosalynn paused, looking at her.
Felix instantly tensed up. Assassins could be anyone - not just the strong and capable like him. He'd seen a hit where the killers were a child and a senior citizen, exploiting a family's sympathy to gain entry and commit their heinous act within minutes.
"You are..." Rosalynn studied the old woman, a flicker of recognition in her eyes.
"Brisa," the old woman replied.
Memories flooded back to Rosalynn.
Brisa had been Natalie's longest-serving maid. They were both in their teens when Brisa started working for Natalie, and she had been by Natalie's side ever since, even after Natalie married into the Silverman family.
For decades, wherever Natalie was, Brisa was there, too - until Natalie developed Alzheimer's.
Brisa, now aged and unable to care for Natalie in that condition, was let go by Wayne to retire peacefully back in her hometown, surrounded by her children.
In an effort to unravel the mystery of Ayden's circumstances, Rosalynn's people had even sought out Brisa. But the old maid's mind was muddled; her words few and disjointed, offering little of use. She did, however, confirm that Osmond had sought out Natalie twice before his death, both times leaving in a huff.
"Brisa, are you here to visit Natalie?" Rosalynn asked gently.
Brisa coughed twice, her demeanor not as confused as it seemed, "I dreamt of miss last night. I reckon she was thinking of me, so I had my great-grandson bring me to pay my respects." The young man politely greeted Rosalynn with a nod.
Brisa looked at Rosalynn with affection, her cloudy eyes brimming with a smile, "Ms. Tesdal, back in the day, I told you how the young master treated you differently. You're different from anyone else."