Chapter 1089
Ivy slipped into her new clothes, all bright–eyed and bushy tailed.
Humming a new nursery rhyme she’d learned, she scampered off to the dining room..
“What’s got you in such high spirits this morning, sweetheart?” Hilaria, who was in the middle of a work discussion with her secretary, paused to address Ivy. “Morning, Granny Hilaria and Mr. Secretary!”
“Morning, Ivy!” The secretary couldn’t help but melt at her cuteness.
“Brother’s master is sick, so Ivy is going to visit him with brother and Uncle Jaime!” Ivy clambered up her chair and started tucking into her breakfast.
Hilaria, eyes full of affection, cautioned, “Eat slowly.”
“Granny Hilaria, mom and dad have been working really hard and coming home late. They even have to check my homework and read me bedtime stories. So it’s alright if they sleep in a bit. Don’t scold them!” Ivy pleaded.
Hilaria burst out laughing. “Alright, little one. You sure have a lot on your mind, don’t you?”
Ivy continued to wolf down her breakfast.
“Granny Hilaria, I’m heading out. Keep your chin up at work. See you tonight!” With that, Ivy dashed over to Hilaria, gave her a peck on the cheek, and scampered off in high spirits.
“Miss Ivy is such a bundle of joy!” The secretary couldn’t help but beam.
“Indeed.” Hilaria watched as Ivy ran over to Cory, took his hand, and said, “That’s why I must press on. I have to live a long life to protect my precious granddaughter and all my great–grandchildren so that they can live worry–free, with no one daring to bully them!”
After Ivy and the others left, Hilaria quickly headed off to the company.
When Rosalynn and Wayne woke up, the house was empty.
“Ivy went with Cory and Jaime Jules to the hospital to visit Cory’s master,” Wayne reported after a phone call. He then slid back into Rosalynn’s arms, snuggling contentedly, “Finally, some alone time.”
In the past, he and Rosalynn had plenty of alone time. But since they’d reunited, those moments were few and far between.
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