Chapter 463
Hilaria frowned.
If it were before, she would definitely answer right away that it would never happen.
But now…
Looking at these sets of photos.
The two of them were simply a perfect match made in heaven.
Suddenly, she was not so sure of the answer.
But, she looked at Cory, who was too young to see his mom about to marry a strange uncle online.
He must be worried and afraid, right?
Hilaria thought for a moment, gently hugged Cory, and said lovingly, “Cory, no matter who your mommy marries in the future, you and Ivy will be the most important to her. So, there’s no need to worry, okay? Granny Hilaria will always be your strong backup!”
Cory looked at Hilaria.
He was such a young child, a genius in intelligence, but not so clear in emotions.
He didn’t understand why he was so uneasy.
Why did he really want to get some answers from others?
It was not until he heard Hilaria’s soothing words that Cory realized, he was worried that Mommy would not want him and his sister anymore. Cory didn
say anything. He just leaned into Hilaria’s arms, with some unspeakable emotions swirling inside.
“However…”
At this moment, Hilaria suddenly changed the subject.
She let go of Cory, picked up her phone again, clicked on a photo, zoomed in a bit, and said, “Cory, you help Granny Hilaria look, is this person Paige?”
Cory tilted his head and looked closer.
They both agreed.
It was Paige!
Wayne didn’t try to hide his whereabouts, so it wasn’t hard to find.
Rosalynn drove to the ancient church.
In the middle of the parking lot, there was a huge, flourishing ancient tree,
Rosalynn was so angry she was about to explode, but after getting out of the car, the wind gently brushed past the old tree, making a tranquil rustling sound.
It calmed her soul.
It wasn’t Rosalynn’s first time to be here.
Before Old Mrs. Silverman completely lost consciousness, Wayne had been busy, and she had accompanied Old Mrs. Silverman here once.
When she was standing under the tree looking up, an old priest recognized her.
“Long time no see,” the old priest greeted her.
Rosalynn turned back and remembered this old priest, who she had chatted with for a long time while drinking tea together.
“Father, long time no see,” Rosalynn nodded slightly.
“The funeral hall for Old Mrs. Silverman is over there,” the old priest pointed to the south.
“Thank you.”
Rosalynn thanked him and was about to leave.
She really didn’t have time for pleasantries today; she came to deal with Wayne.
At the hall, Rosalynn didn’t spot Wayne.
“Wayne went to the dining hall,” one of the young priests answered her unasked question.
Rosalynn just nodded.
She took a look at Old Mrs. Silverman’s kind portrait.
In her heart she silently said. “Granny. Ms. Tesual has to bother your peace. It’s really not Ms. Tesdal’s fault. It’s your grandson Wayne who is too
cruel. Please forgive me.”
