Trista was clueless, perhaps not fully grasping what was happening. With a blank stare and drool at the corner of her mouth, she gazed up at Ivy with those beautiful, wide eyes.
Once Ivy stopped talking, Trista's face split into a wide, giggling smile.
Wayne couldn't help but join in the laughter. Yet, there was a tinge of melancholy in his heart.
Ivy had grown taller over the past few months, and her personality had undergone a significant change, seeming more independent and self-assured. Clearly, he had missed out on a part of her growing up.
"Sweetie, take Trista over there to play. I need a word with your dad," Saying to Ivy, Hilaria signaled to her secretary with a glance.
"Madam, I've prepared the documents you requested and will send them to your email. I'll be on my way now." The secretary said.d2
After the secretary left, Ivy, holding Trista's hand, hesitated for a moment before running up to Hilaria. She tugged at her hand, standing on tiptoes to whisper something in her ear.
Hilaria leaned in with a chuckle, then she heard Ivy saying, "Great-grandma, you can't be cross with my dad, okay?"
"Are you afraid I'll scold you?" Hilaria feigned jealousy, "Ungrateful little girl, who've you known longer, me or your dad? And yet you take his side!"
"I'm on both your sides!" Ivy quickly tried to make amends.
"Alright, I won't scold your dad. Now go and take little Trista to play!"
Ivy, beaming with joy, scooped up Trista and scampered away.
"Is he completely better?" Hilaria wasted no time on small talk and got straight to the point.
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