The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"Hey, you little brat, how did the exams go this time?" Paige wiped the sweat off Ivy's face with a tender chuckle. "Spill the beans, how'd you do?"

"Top nine in my grade!" Ivy boasted, puffing up with pride.

"Wow, slacker mode on most days and still snagged ninth place? Not too shabby, kiddo!" Paige gave her a thumbs up with a grin.

Trista, plump and cuddly, leaned on Ivy's shoulder, gazing over at Molly with big round eyes.

Molly hadn't spent much time with Trista.

It wasn't that she didn't like her. Babies were just so darn fragile, and Molly worried that she might accidentally break her with a clumsy move. But Trista seemed to really like Molly.d2

There she was, perched on Ivy's shoulder, reaching out with her chubby little hands.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Oh my, she wants a hug from Molly," Paige translated, glancing from her daughter to Molly.

Molly was at a loss for words. It was rare for her to feel so unsure of herself.

"I'm not exactly... gentle," she murmured.

"If you were too rough, she'd cry. Why not give it a try?" Paige coaxed with a smile.

Molly had shot up like a weed over the past year, almost tall enough to reach Paige's chin.

She hesitated, then carefully extended her arms.

Ivy was over the moon; she wanted the whole world to adore baby Trista and to love Molly just as much. If the two of them could get along, it would be the best thing in the world! Babies were surprisingly squishy.

Molly held Trista so gently, she was afraid to breathe too hard, scared of hurting her.

Trista happily smeared Molly's face with drool.

Molly was stunned, but Paige just burst into laughter.

Baillie, as always, followed Paige's lead, pulling his gaze from his daughter and looking tenderly at his wife, his lips curling into a smile.

Baillie had caught up with some old friends recently. Friends, or rather, acquaintances.

They all seemed to agree on one thing.

"Baillie, you're truly a family man now. You've got your feet on the ground, and there's a warm, homey vibe about you."

As for Jaime...

Due to his chip development project, he'd spent another half year buried in work. Love life? He hadn't even bumped into a single woman, let alone dated one. His streak of lifelong bachelorhood continued.

Watching Baillie's mushy gaze, Jaime felt a twinge of irritation. "Come on, let's go! We're off to Cory's school, and we better not miss my nephew's award ceremony!"

Hustling and bustling, the group piled into the car and headed towards Cory's school.

Trista insisted on being held by Molly.

Not long after getting into the car, Trista dozed off in Molly's arms.

"Trista is so smart," Ivy giggled to Molly. "She knows she's super safe with Molly!"

Molly looked down at the tiny human in her arms. Lifting a finger, she gently poked Trista's chubby cheek. After the poke, Trista let out a silly little laugh, which caught Molly off guard and then made her chuckle.

"Molly, I heard from your dad that you're skipping a grade next term? Heading straight to middle school?" Paige glanced back at her daughter, then turned to Molly.

Molly nodded, "I'm a bit too old for grade school now."

"That's true," Paige agreed. "But isn't that a big leap? A bit daunting, isn't it?"

"I guess," Molly shrugged. "I've already finished all the seventh-grade school material, and over the summer, I'll try to get through eighth."

"What? You're not planning on taking the high school entrance exam next year, are you?" Paige was astounded.