The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Rosalynn peered at Larkin, her gaze clear and untainted by a speck of doubt. "What do you think?"

"It seems President Silverman is suffering more from the heart than the body," Larkin replied slowly.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I figured as much," Rosalynn said, her tone shifting swiftly. "Erica looks much improved. What's next for you two? Continuing your world tour?"

"Yep." Larkin nodded. "Before we leave, I'll write you up a few prescriptions. Orval is currently building his practice over in Ireland, and I'll have him stop by regularly to check on you, see if any adjustments are needed."

"Much appreciated." Roslyn nodded, then added, "Grandma's also returned. Could you please do a quick check-up on her as well?"

"Of course," Larkin replied, not pressing further on Wayne's issues.d2

After writing the prescriptions for Rosalynn, Larkin saw Hilaria emerge from her tasks and took her pulse as well. He made some changes to the previous prescriptions he had given her.

During bustling times, time tends to fly by even faster. Before they knew it, evening had arrived.

Rosalynn, Paige, and Erica lounged on deckchairs by the lake, enjoying the seamless horizon.

Erica hadn't mentioned Wayne at all, and neither had the other two.

But at the end, Erica brought up someone else, "I ran into Jacob's mother," she said. "She's changed, not so haughty anymore, she was quiet in fact. She just nodded from a distance when she saw me with Larkin, didn't come over to bother us."

"Haven't you heard? The Strand family has been under the gun lately. The board has been scheming to force Jacob's parents to relinquish their shares," Paige chimed in.

Despite the backing from Hilaria and Rosalynn, hidden threats are often harder to avoid than visible ones. The Strand Group was indeed facing an unprecedented crisis.

"What do you think, has Jacob truly been fair to anyone?" Erica asked, her tone tinged with irritation. "Why couldn't he have done this sooner?" If he had been this resolute before, perhaps she and he wouldn't have become strangers.

Now, she was gone, and he was taking action. But what was the point? She didn't love him anymore and never would reconcile with him.

"People bound by life's chains always seek to break free at some point," Rosalynn murmured thoughtfully. Her mind wandered to Ayden. Compared to Jacob, Ayden was the one truly shackled for life. It's best not to speak ill of someone behind their back.

The following morning, Rosalynn and Hilaria got up early to visit the local farmers' market a couple of miles away.

That's when Jacob's call came through, not the satellite phone this time, but his old number.

"What can I help you, President Strand?" Rosalynn teased while picking out tomatoes.

Jacob offered a wan smile. "I'm back."

"That's good. That mess of yours needs cleaning up, and Hilaria and I can hardly keep up," Rosalynn said casually, as though discussing how the tomatoes seemed particularly plump and fresh that day. "I tried calling Wayne, went straight to his voicemail," Jacob coughed lightly. "No troubles on your end, I hope?"

"All's well here, bright and shiny. You take care of yourself. I'll send someone later to deliver the documents and information you need."

"Rosalynn, thank you," Jacob said earnestly.

"You're the knight uncle to Cory and Ivy; it's the least I can do," Rosalynn responded more seriously before adding, "Jacob, now that you're back, don't let those vultures who want the Strand Group dead and buried win."