The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

In the blink of an eye, a year had nearly passed since Felix and Molly had come to stay with Rosalynn.

She never voiced her concerns, but deep down, Rosalynn worried about Molly's future. The girl was sharp as a tack, picking up on everything with lightning speed and shining in every aspect. Rosalynn's hope was for Molly to grow without constraints.

She dreamt of sending Molly to the finest universities, to learn from the best teachers, whatever her heart desired.

But if Simon's debacle didn't settle, and the royals of the R Country continued their vendetta against Molly, all the identity-swapping in the world couldn't shield her from danger.

Now, Simon's brother and mother had dug their own graves, inadvertently defusing the crisis.d2

They were probably six feet under already, or living a life that even the lowest of the nobility's dogs wouldn't envy, even if the queen spared them.

And besides...Felix was right when he said earlier, they wouldn't have attempted to assassinate the queen for no good reason.

They were gambling for a fresh start.

Even if the queen let them off the hook, the crown prince, the one they were really angling for, would never let them live to tell the tale.

"My life ain't worth much, and I'll do anything for you, my lady," Felix's voice choked up. "This is a godsend for Molly. When I heard all the other kids in her class were off to summer camps abroad, it tore me up inside. Sure, you had things sorted, and Molly had to stay in the H Country. She spent the summer with you in Norhaven. But what about next time? What about every year after?"

Back in his rough-and-tumble days, Felix never had such thoughts. He figured if he could scrape together enough to keep the kid fed and alive, he'd be doing alright.

After Rosalynn took him under her wing, Felix experienced a normal life for the first time - regular meals, a roof over his head, a school to send Molly to, just like any regular parent. He even attended a parent-teacher conference. Despite feeling out of place, he was over the moon.

Every teacher praised Molly, not just for her smarts, but her sweet nature too.

Sitting there, basking in the envious glances from other parents, Felix's heart swelled with pride.

This year, Felix truly lived like a person, not as an assassin, nor someone's weapon. He was Margaret's dad.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

In this peaceful life, Felix grew greedy, not for himself, but for Molly. After all, she took down Simon for him, and he felt indebted.

"Now it's all good. Each year will get better from here on out," Rosalynn said softly.

Felix nodded vigorously, quickly cleaning tears with his sleeve.

Thanks to Rosalynn's care for Molly, Felix's loyalty matched that of Mike and Calvin, those who'd grown up under Hilaria's watchful eye. Through thick and thin, whatever Rosalynn needed, he'd be there, no questions asked.

Their car pulled up outside the cemetery.

The sky was a heavy grey, and a thick fog enveloped the graveyard. The dampness seemed to seep into one's bones.

Felix stepped out to hold an umbrella over Rosalynn, who moved silently.

It wasn't a day for remembrance, and the graveyard was sparsely populated, with just a few visitors holding flowers for their loved ones.

Rosalynn came empty-handed. She navigated straight to Natalie's gravestone.

Handing the umbrella to Rosalynn, Felix respectfully moved away to find shelter from the rain.

Rosalynn stood before the gravestone, staring at Natalie's kind, smiling face etched in stone. "Grandma, Wayne's sick," Rosalynn began.