The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

That evening, Moonlit Lake was abuzz with an unusual vibrancy.

The grand detached villa was lit up like a beacon.

Hilaria had prepared gifts for all the kids in the family. Which child doesn't adore presents? Even Molly was enraptured by the complete set of boxing gear Hilaria brought for her. Armed with her new gear, Molly launched a surprise attack on Calvin. Though most of Calvin's days were spent in his beloved garden, his muscle memory was still impressive. Molly's punches came fast and furious, but Calvin dodged nimbly and, with lightning speed, grabbed Molly's slender arm and spun her away.

The adults gasped in alarm.d2

Luckily, Molly managed a mid-air kick and landed on her feet, not the least bit upset about being flung by Calvin. She beamed, "This is fantastic! I love it!"

Hilaria clutched her heart, still reeling from the spectacle, and laughed incredulously, "Molly, you have to be careful with Calvin's moves. Don't get hurt, okay?"

"Got it!" Molly clung to her gear, which even had her nickname, Momo, etched onto it.

Paige had thought that Trista would get frightened by the commotion. Instead, the little girl's big, shining eyes were filled with curiosity as she watched Molly, showing no signs of fear.

At first, Paige was proud of her daughter's courage, but then worry crept in. A baby unaware of fear wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Without delay, they scheduled a doctor's appointment, and the next day before dawn, Paige and Baillie quietly left the house with their child in tow.

After the check-up, the doctor gave a firm response, "The child is developing well, just naturally brave."

Trista, deemed simply courageous, gnawed on her finger, drooling away.

Leaving the clinic, Paige couldn't hold back her tears.

This startled Baillie, and he exclaimed, "Honey, what's wrong? Didn't the doctor say Trista is fine?"

"Tears of joy," Paige sobbed, cleaning her eyes. "There's been so much going on lately, I was really worried something was wrong with our daughter."

"There's nothing wrong," Baillie reassured her, kissing her forehead and pulling her into a comforting embrace.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Returning to Moonlit Lake, they ran into Erica and Larkin, who had just arrived.

Erica's spirits had lifted considerably with Larkin's support. Although she hadn't come to terms with the loss of little Mary, life had to go on, and she had to keep living. Rosalynn had taken the day off as it was Grandma's first day back and Erica and Larkin's visit.

After greetings were exchanged, Erica joined Paige to play with Trista.

Larkin, on the other hand, took Rosalynn to the tea room, checked her pulse without a word, and frowned, "You seem more troubled than before, with poor sleep and diet."

"I'm sorry."

"What's going on?" Larkin paused for a moment, "I heard a few days ago that President Silverman hasn't made a public appearance in over a month."

Rosalynn withdrew her hand and poured Larkin a cup of tea before she replied, "He's ill and undergoing treatment."

Larkin was momentarily taken aback, "Is it... what illness is it?"