The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

She carried an aura of gentle grace, a softness that permeated even her questioning.

The woman known as Helena bristled, ready to erupt into a tirade.

"Dear lady," Rosalynn addressed her with a calm demeanor, "are you referring to the incident yesterday when young Jameson escorted Brisa to visit my grandmother's grave?" She turned to Helena, "Quite the coincidence, I was paying my respects to Natalie too. We happened to cross paths with your group."

Helena's face shifted, a tinge of unease coloring her features. She scrambled for an excuse, "You see, Mrs. Silverman, it's just that our granny's not quite herself anymore..."

"Yet yesterday she seemed quite lucid, sharing countless delightful stories from the past. She was especially fond of Jameson, noting how considerate he was to know Brisa wanted to visit Natalie and enjoy the old family recipes from downtown restaurant. So he took her out, spending his own allowance," Rosalynn's tone was neither light nor stern, "I was rather puzzled yesterday, thinking how unusual it was for a young man to be fulfilling an old woman's wishes when there are so many adults around..."

Rosalynn's gaze swept across the people gathered.d2

Brisa had children early in life. Rumor had it that she already had a child when she first joined the Stein household as a maid.

Over time, she bore six children in total - two daughters and four sons.

Through two generations, her family had grown large and prosperous.

"With so many grown-ups here, why was it left to the young man to fulfill this old lady's last desires?" Ivy's voice, sweet and sticky with rebuke, cut through the tension.

Ivy was a clever sprite. In the short time she had been there, she'd figured out the whole story.

"Miss," one of the adults chided, "you're too young to understand. Granny's not well, she can't be running around!"

"If she's unwell, then all the more reason to grant her wishes!" Ivy stood her ground, her argument solid.

The adults in the room looked increasingly uncomfortable.

"Ivy, watch your mouth," Rosalynn interjected after her daughter had finished speaking, her voice neutral yet firm.

Ivy huffed, ignoring the adults.

"I'm an outsider, and normally, I wouldn't have a say in these matters," Rosalynn said, directing her attention back to Helena, "but if you insist on claiming that Brisa was worn out by Jameson, that's a terrible injustice."

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The truth was, Brisa had passed away, and after the lawyer read the will, it was revealed that aside from the savings she divided among the families, her jewelry and the property in H City had all been bequeathed to Jameson.

The family had spent the night verifying Brisa's assets and felt something was amiss.

Brisa had served in a wealthy household her entire life, and the lady of that house was generous, bestowing many fine things upon her.

But now, those items were missing from the will.

If they were gone, it meant Brisa had either given them away secretly or someone had stolen them while she was incapacitated.

They all worked elsewhere and were seldom home, and the ones looking after Brisa were Jameson and his parents.

If not them, then who?

So, when they heard that Jameson had taken Brisa to the Steinberg, they jumped to conclusions. Helena's husband had been particularly zealous, striking Jameson with unexpected blows. And from there, the dispute erupted.

"Mrs. Silverman, this is a family matter. We'd appreciate it if you let us handle it," Helena's husband finally stood up, his features bearing a resemblance to Brisa's.

"Mrs. Silverman, Jameson may look honest, but he's been up to no good... our granny had a lot of things go missing from her room..."

Helena's words hung unfinished as Rosalynn's gaze fell heavily upon her, the veneer of false friendliness dissolving entirely.