The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love Chapter 393

Chapter 393 

Wayne was like a seed, planted in Ivy’s heart. Eventually, it would grow into the tree of a child’s longing for a father. 

“Forget about it,” Paige said, snatching the tablet from her hand. “You know Wayne gave Ivy a cell phone, right?” 

Rosalynn nodded. “Hilaria took it away.” 

“It’s for the best,” Paige sighed. “It’s cruel to Ivy, I know, but if she keeps in touch with Wayne and it ends up exposing everything, it’ll be even crueler to you.” 

Rosalynn took a deep breath. “I’ll help them pack.” 

“The servants had already taken care of that. Just relax.” Paige said. 

But without saying anything. Rosalynn went to the children’s room anyway. 

Ivy was putting the little bag that Wayne had bought for her into her suitcase. Though she seemed to listless, when she saw Rosalynn, she still greeted her. 

“Ivy, Mommy will be done with work soon. I’ll come to pick you up then. You like Uncle Jaime, right? What if we live with him?” Rosalynn asked. 

Ivy nodded, “Whatever you say.” 

Rosalynn’s heart sank. 

“Are you still upset?” she asked softly. 

Ivy suddenly hugged her little bag tightly. “Did Ivy say something wrong? You guys decide everything, don’t you?” 

“Sis, you can’t talk to Mommy like that.” 

Cory came up to them. 

Ivy turned her head away and didn’t say anything. However, her eyes soon were filled with tears. 

Rosalynn felt helpless. 

“Cory, please take good care of your sister,” she said, patting Cory’s head. 

Cory nodded, and Rosalynn then left the children’s room. 

Her art studio’s door was ajar, with the lights on. 

As Rosalynn opened the door, she saw an unfinished painting right in front of her. 

The painting depicted a green grass field, a blue sky, white clouds, and a tall tree being blown by the wind. 

Beside the tree, there was a family of four, standing with their backs to the viewer. 

The mother was holding her son’s hand, and the daughter was sitting on her father’s neck, her arms spread wide and her pigtails flying happily. 

The mother was wearing a green dress, which she had and which Ivy particularly liked. 

The father… 

The painting was done by Ivy, so the man in the painting must be Wayne, right? 

Rosalynn stood there for a while before finally turning her gaze away, switching off the light, and closing the door gently. 

Heavyhearted, she went downstairs. She used to think that as long as she gave plenty of love to Ivy and Cory, it didn’t really matter whether their father was around. After all, Noah had always been there during most of the siblings’ important moments. She thought it could fill the void somehow. But she didn’t expect Ivy to develop such a strong desire for a father, just after a few encounters with Wayne. 

“What’s with that face?” Hilaria asked as Rosalynn came downstairs. 

Rosalynn looked at her and said, “Why haven’t you gone to bed yet?” 

“I am thinking of whether I should give this cell phone to Ivy,” Hilaria took out the cell phone Wayne had given Ivy. “My precious hasn’t talked to me much today.” 

“It’s my fault,” Rosalynn admitted, both hands propped up on the forehead. “I should have been more careful and not let her see Wayne. I just didn’t expect… just a few encounters. 

Not only Ivy. Even Wayne, who used to dislike children, had changed completely when he was with her. He became gentle, loving, and considerate. 

“Sometimes, the attraction of blood is like that, Hilaria said. “When I first met you, I inexplicably liked you very much. After two more encounters, I rushed to buy you jewelry, wanting to trick you to my side to teach you and hoping you would be the one to trust with the company.” 

Later on, she realized that this should also be the attraction of blood. 

Rosalynn gave a bitter smile. 

“Wayne isn’t the right man,” Hilaria suddenly said. 

“What are you worried about?” Rosalynn asked with a wry smile. “If I wanted him back then, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to escape.”