The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Rosalynn and Jacob exchanged a glance before averting their eyes, and with a nonchalant tone, she said, "Honestly, I wish I was wrong."

The sins of the past generation were already brutal enough.

Rosalynn wasn't fond of Rose, but she still hoped she could lead a normal life.

Even if Rose's values had been skewed by her mother's teachings, it would be a good thing if she could find her way back to the straight and narrow.

Jacob glanced at the diary in his hand.

He tossed it aside with disgust and rubbed his hands together, "Nope, I can't stay here. There's a guest room on the second floor, right? I'll bunk there for the time being!"d2

"Jacob," Rosalynn called after him, "I'm telling you all this because I might need your help later. Don't wear your heart on your sleeve and mess up my plans."

"Got it! Playing the part is my forte." After saying this, Jacob's face fell slightly, as if a shadow had passed over his spirit.

He quickly left the cabin.

Rosalynn, in no particular hurry, carefully put the diary away.

Before closing the cupboard door, she stared at the diary with a chilling gaze and said, "If there really are spirits in this world, I hope you're here right now. You'd better send a dream to your daughter, make her make the right choice, or she'll live in more agony than you ever did. I guarantee it, if she makes the wrong choice, I'll make her feel a million times the pain that Ayden and Betsy suffered, and I'll make sure she lives a long, long life."

Maybe the voltage was unstable, or maybe Yvette really was there - the cabin light flickered once.

Rosalynn didn't even blink. She just closed the cupboard door, the lock clicked into place, and silence enveloped the cabin.

Rosalynn glanced one more time at the cashmere shawl.

Without looking back, she left the cabin.

This cabin was a life-size recreation of one Rosalynn had drawn as a child, detailing her ideal home, built by Wayne before his accident last year.

It was just like the cabins from fairy tales.

It was filled with memories, and Rosalynn would sometimes come here to sit for a while, enjoying her solitude.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Back in her bedroom, Rosalynn sent a New Year's greeting to Wayne.

His old phone, from before his memory loss, was always in the drawer. He didn't want to use it, and Rosalynn didn't push.

But she knew, when Wayne returned, he would start using his old phone and all his accounts again.

Until then, she would clean away all the filth, waiting for her beloved to come home.

The next morning, Rose stepped out of the guest room into a bustling scene.

There were a few unfamiliar faces in the house. They were playing video games with Jaime.

"Did you sleep well?" Rosalynn's voice rang out.

Rose followed the sound and saw Rosalynn dressed in a simple home outfit, looking fresh-faced and beautiful even without makeup.

"Yes," Rose nodded, a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, I overslept."

Rose had thought she'd suffer from insomnia here. But after taking a bath, she became so drowsy she fell asleep immediately and didn't wake up until morning. Rose woke up feeling panicked, checking herself and the still-locked door before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Holidays are for sleeping in," Rosalynn gestured towards the dining room. "We have all kinds of breakfasts to cater to everyone's taste. Pick whatever you like." "Have you all eaten?" Rose asked softly.

"Not yet," Rosalynn walked towards the dining room. "I just wrapped up an international conference call."