The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"I... um..." Rose found herself fumbling for words under Molly's intense gaze.

She hadn't heard about such a grown-up child at Rosalynn's.

This girl had a mischievous streak for sure.

Just staring at her was enough to give Rose chills.

"Molly, this is Mommy's guest, Lady Rose!" Ivy turned and, noticing the awkward silence, chirped up with an explanation.

Molly continued to eye Rose, then finally nodded, "Hi, Lady Rose."d2

Rose managed a friendly smile, "Hello there."

Molly gave a short nod. Foregoing the elevator, she bounded up the stairs with the grace of a gazelle and was at the front door in no time.

Molly had been thriving this past year. Rosalynn made sure to get her a full health check every six months, supplementing anything she was lacking. She didn't gain weight but sure shot up in height.

Felix had measured her recently, and she was nearly five-foot-three.

Molly had great proportions, and most of her height was in her legs.

Rose watched, dumbfounded, as Molly disappeared like a bolt of lightning.

"Sorry about that, Ms. Albinia. My daughter's been practicing her gymnastics, so she's a bit... swift," Felix explained, coming up from behind.

"Gymnastics?" Rose echoed, her surprise evident.

"Rose" Rosalynn's voice called from the elevator, seeming all too accustomed to Molly's peculiar ways.

She trotted toward the elevator.

"Mommy, you have to talk to Uncle Felix, don't let him pick out clothes for Molly, don't let him cut her hair, and don't let him trim her nails!" Ivy suddenly blurted out, as if recalling some nightmare. "Why on earth not?" Rosalynn asked, puzzled.

"Uncle Felix's fashion sense is a disaster! Those colors he picks, I've never seen them in my life!" Ivy exclaimed, as if recalling a horror story, "And the haircuts - if it wasn't for Molly's own magic touch, turning disasters into masterpieces, she'd be unrecognizable!"

Rosalynn chuckled, "Well, why don't you negotiate with Uncle Felix yourself later? I'm staying out of kids' business."

"Fine by me." Ivy let go of Rosalynn's hand, crossing her arms like a little adult, the very picture of politeness.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Cory stood by Rosalynn, lost in thought.

Rosalynn assumed he was pondering some complex algorithm.

But in reality, Cory was musing, "Has Molly ever worn something hideous? I don't think so... she always looks great."

Upon reaching the living room, they were greeted by the adorable Trista.

Though it wasn't Christmas, Trista was bundled up like a precious little gift in red.

When her mother lifted her, she immediately burst into giggles.

Rosalynn stepped through the door to this heartwarming scene.

"Trista!!" Ivy, too, squirmed with excitement, exclaiming how much she had missed her sister, and rushed forward.

But Rosalynn had the advantage of longer legs and reached Trista first, scooping the giggling bundle into her arms. "Mommy, let me kiss baby Trista! I want a kiss!" Ivy tugged at Rosalynn's coat, pleading.

Rosalynn was laughing too hard to resist.

Thinking she had just gotten home, she handed Trista back to Paige.

"I'm gonna change real quick," she said, then as if suddenly remembering her guest, she added, "Oh right, Rose."

Rose stepped forward, a reserved smile on her face.

"Paige, this here is Rose. I told you about her. She didn't have many friends back home and was going to spend New Year's alone, so I brought her here."

Rose had seen Paige in the news before. In person, she was even lovelier than her photos and videos suggested, still radiantly beautiful even after becoming a mother, with no trace of fatigue on her face.