Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 586

Naomi asked, "Our family has businesses all over, including Cedillo Inc. Why push the kids into that?"

Mia glanced at Leo, who was glued to his phone. "Let Leo handle the Cedillo Group. I just want my son to live comfortably."

If her son were to inherit the company, he'd end up like his dad—caught up in strategies and constantly on guard, shouldering the rise and fall of the Cedillo Group. The higher you rise, the heavier the burden, the greater the responsibility, and the more intense the pressure.

Mia simply wanted her son to have a life filled with health, happiness, a bit of wealth, some leisure, and simplicity.

Seeing Mia's motherly love, the Cedillo family began to see her in a new light. The once immature Mia was now viewed as noble, no longer greedy for wealth.

Hansen, overhearing, quipped with a smirk, "Well, isn't this a surprise? Mia not after money?"

Mia, glowing with maternal love, retorted, "What do you know, Dad? Is money more important than my son?"

Leo, having listened for quite a while, scoffed. "Keep dreaming."

Had he not known Mia since childhood, he might have believed her act. "How much is Henry's allowance? Let's say a million a year. In eighteen years, that's only 18 million. That's less than the cost of one of your bracelets."

Ignoring inflation, Leo continued, "In eighteen years, if your son wants to start a business and asks you for a hundred million, would you give it to him? You're like someone who drops a sesame seed to catch a watermelon."

Mia was at a loss for words.

Hansen suddenly realized, "Oh, Mia, you're setting things up for eighteen years from now!"

Mia protested, "No, no, that's not it. Dad, don't listen to Leo's nonsense. How could I be so forward-thinking? I just purely love my son."

Hansen believed his grandson more than Mia.

Naomi, affectionately tapping Mia on the head, said, "Oh, little Mia, if only I had known to raise Leo like that from the start."

In the evening, when Andre returned home, the family was still teasing Mia about her earlier comments.

Andre, with a smile and the day's fatigue left at the door, asked his lovely wife, "Cooking up schemes again?" Home was his sanctuary, filled with healthy family members, an adorable son, and a beautiful wife.

People desire so much—wealth, fame, love. Yet, they need so little—just a happy, healthy family.

"Honey, even you don't believe me?"

In the Cedillo family living room, Mia was undeterred by the previous day's events. Home was her fortress, her place of security.

Andre chuckled, "It's hard to believe you."

Mia started counting her son's gift money to prove he might have plenty, but she wasn't greedy, "Dad gave our son a $9,900 gift, Uncle Naomi gave him $6,600, and you gave your son $5,200... Honey!" As she spoke, she turned sour again.

"You gave our son a gift, but you didn't give me anything this year!"

Andre: "…"

"Last year, you gave me a blank check to fill in however I wanted," Mia continued, "This year, it's all about your son, and I'm left out."

Andre: "…"

The little guy, not wanting to be left out, chimed in with a babble, "Ah-goo!"

"Quiet, you!" Mia scolded her son playfully.

The little guy: "Goo!"

Mia gently swatted her son's padded behind, "You've stolen your dad's heart from me."

The little guy just giggled at his mom.

Naomi interjected, "You and Andre are a couple; there's no need for such formalities."

Mia pouted, "But he gave me one last year."