Babel Novel
Chapter 2164
On her way back, Rosalynn pondered over the words Brisa had spoken about Ayden's mysterious illness.
Osmond was meticulous by nature. If he had allowed Ayden to be discharged and go home, even letting him cohabit with Betsy, it meant that Ayden's recovery was well on track. So why the sudden relapse?
Deep in thought, she received the news that Brisa had passed away.
To outsiders, Brisa was merely a servant, but she had raised Wayne from a boy. Now, in his absence, Rosalynn, as Wayne's wife, felt it was her duty to pay her respects.
Immediately, she contacted the teachers of her children, Cory and Ivy Jared, and secured a leave of absence for them.d2
The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Rosalynn took the children to mourn for Brisa.
"You lot! How on earth do you raise your kids? Grandma finally woke up from her stupor, and this boy, without a word to us elders, took her on a hours-long drive back and forth to Steinberg! He wore her out to her death! A disgrace to the family! A disgrace indeed!"
Rosalynn had just reached the doorstep when she heard a woman's heart-wrenching sobs from inside the house.
"And to think Grandma even left him her house in H City and all her jewelries! Does he even deserve it?" another male voice chimed in.
"I bet Grandma wanted to change her will after she came to, and this scoundrel found out. Afraid of losing out on the house and gold, he deliberately took her away to ensure his inheritance by wearing her out! "Jameson Davis, you speak up! Don't you stay silent!"
"Mummy..." Ivy tugged at Rosalynn's hand, looking up at her, confused.
Rosalynn smiled and patted her head, then knocked on the door.
"Oh my! Mrs. Silverman! You really came?"
A middle-aged woman close to the door turned her head. Her expression, which had been fierce a second ago, softened into sycophancy upon seeing Rosalynn.
Rosalynn nodded slightly at her, then said coolly, "Jameson told me about Brisa's passing. Wayne is tied up with work and couldn't make it, so he asked me to bring the kids to pay our last respects." The woman's face nearly split with her grin.
The small yard was packed with people, all of whom now turned their attention to Rosalynn.
They had been skeptical when Jameson mentioned that Wayne's wife would come. After all, why would the master of the house attend the funeral of an old housekeeper?
After all, she dealt with big business that turned over millions every minute!
"Jameson, what happened to your face?" Rosalynn, leading Cory and Ivy inside, didn't linger her gaze on the crowd but turned toward Jameson, who stood in a corner, asking with warm concern. His parents stood by his side, their eyes red and swollen, tears not yet dried.
"Madam, you have no idea. This bastard, for the sake of the little wealth left by the old lady, worked her to death!" the middle-aged woman exclaimed, ready to beat her chest and wail to the heavens. "Don't scare my son and daughter," Rosalynn interjected, her tone far from the gentle one she had used with Jameson.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.
The middle-aged woman's cry got stuck in her throat, and she coughed awkwardly before glancing at Cory and Ivy.
But the kids were hardly the type to be frightened by such a display.
Still, Ivy couldn't help but feel averse to the woman. Uncle Calvin had once read a book that described such a face as one to be wary of-a face that belonged to a schemer.
"Can you please stop talking nonsense, Helena? How did Jameson wear Grandma out to death? She was smiling when she passed away, and her body hasn't even been cremated yet. I can take Mrs. Silverman to see for herself!" Jameson's mother sobbed.