Classic Novel
Chapter 2286
"Of course, I'll take you with me," Rosalynn cooed with a doting tone.
Paige shot a defiant glance at Wayne, who just stood there, speechless.
Some folks are better off a bit timid, after all!
That day, the last to return home was Hilaria.
It was that time of the year again-the mid-year performance reviews were due, and subsidiaries from all around the globe were trickling into H Country to report to Hilaria.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
She was busy every day. Luckily, last year, thanks to Erica, Rosalynn got in with the Carters.d2
Orval, now permanently stayed in H City, would check on Hilaria weekly, and over the past year, she had bounced back quite a bit.
She even sprouted some new black hairs, and her vigor had improved greatly.
When she got home, she found out Wayne was back and hurriedly took the elevator up.
Upon seeing Wayne, Paige and Baillie were tied up with something, and Rosalynn was busy.
Trista and Wayne sat opposite each other, staring in a cute but utterly absurd tableau.
Feeling Hilaria's gaze, Wayne looked up and greeted with a warm smile, "Grandma."
"You're back?" Hilaria took a few steps forward, examining Wayne closely. "Wasn't the treatment supposed to be tough? You look even more robust than when you left."
"Dr. Lange made sure I had a strict regimen of physical training every day, and the diet was top-notch," Wayne replied obediently.
Hilaria approached him, instinctively glancing at his legs. Realizing her concern, Wayne quickly stood up and made a point of walking back and forth in front of her, "I'm all better now!" "Sit down, sit down," Hilaria urged him to take a seat quickly.
"Uh... Grandma..." Right then, little Trista, sitting on the couch, began clapping her chubby hands and calling out to Hilaria.
"Oh my, my little treasure!" Hilaria's attention was instantly diverted, "Did you just call me grandma?"
Hilaria's secretary chuckled nearby, "Madam, it seems she did call out to you."
"Little munchkin, it's great-grandma," Hilaria corrected as she lifted Trista. "Oh dear, Trista's grown again, feeling heavier indeed!"
Trista had a special way of delighting the elderly.
She was being exceedingly good in Hilaria's arms.
Wayne watched, subconsciously wiping the drool from his clothes.
"Great-grandmother!" Suddenly, a stern voice called out, and Ivy emerged from the studio.
"I've told you, your back isn't in the best shape, you shouldn't be lifting Trista. What if you hurt your back?" She scolded like a little adult, looking very serious. Wayne, sensing the seriousness, quickly took Trista from Hilaria's arms.
The little one looked baffled.
"You little boss, you're bossing your great-grandmother around now?" Hilaria couldn't help but laugh, facing Ivy's stern demeanor.
"Great-grandmother, you're the adult
here. Shouldn't you be ashamed that
I, just a kid, have to worry about
you?" Ivy crossed her arms, looking
as if she was thoroughly disappointed.
Hilaria couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I won't carry her again!"
"It's a promise, adults shouldn't lie to kids!"
"It's a promise," Hilaria agreed helplessly, turning to Wayne, "You see what I've been dealing with these past few months? Your
daughter has become quite the.net
dictator. She's got everyone, young and old, under her thumb!"
And with that, vy moved to little Trista's side, taking her tiny hand, "Trista, you've got to be good too, okay? Great-grandmother is getting on in years, her back isn't what t used to be, and it hurts a lot. You can't ask her for cuddles, alright?"