Hilaria's voice was pitched just right—audible but not intrusive—as she spoke to Rosalynn.
Rosalynn couldn't help but snicker, "Granny, are you feeling a bit jealous?"
Hilaria huffed, "Just stating the facts, dear. You didn't see the way your daughter was acting—scared stiff I'd scold her daddy!"
Rosalynn scooted closer and sat beside Hilaria with a grin. "Is that so? Well then, I guess I'll have to give her a talking-to. Can't have her forgetting about Granny's kindness just because Dad's around. I'll ground her—no dessert for her tonight!"
Hilaria's eyes went wide. "You wouldn't dare!"
Rosalynn collapsed into giggles, leaning against Hilaria.d2
With a resigned look and a mock stern face, Hilaria tapped Rosalynn's arm gently.
"Granny, I really was going to scold her, but you're too soft-hearted!" Rosalynn teased.
"You just know how to pull my strings," Hilaria shook her head, then took Rosalynn's hand, gently stroking the back of it. She looked up at Wayne. "I don't need to compete for affection with you youngsters. Whatever happened in the past, I just hope you'll all find happiness and harmony from here on out."
Wayne nodded earnestly. "Granny, you have nothing to worry about."
But Hilaria had a world of worries. Still, this was the path her beloved granddaughter had chosen, and her worries couldn't change that.
"Alright, I'll go freshen up. You two should go check on dinner, see when it'll be ready," Hilaria said, standing up abruptly. Her gaze instinctively drifted toward the large bay window in the living room.
Little Trista was learning to walk, often scampering about. When Wayne had refurbished the place, he hadn't considered a toddler's needs, so it wasn't exactly baby-proof.
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