Rosalynn fell silent for a moment before speaking, "Ayden''s sudden illness, the problem definitely lies with the medication."


    As her words lingered in the air, it was Penn''s turn to fall silent.


    Both Rosalynn and Penn knew that the number of people who could have had ess to Ayden''s medicine was very limited. Nobody had any reason or right to tamper with Ayden''s medication.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    At that time, everyone around Ayden was praying day and night for his speedy recovery.


    "Wayne''s daily meds are documented, right?" Rosalynn shifted the topic.


    "Yes, but just to be safe, from now on, I''ll personally handle his medication," Penn replied with a grave tone.d1


    ",Thank you."


    "Ms. Jared, you don''t need to worry so much. It''s been over thirty years, and those who were around Mr. Ayden back then... well, they''re likely not with us anymore," Penn said, trying to offer somefort with his warm voice.


    Yet, Rosalynn remained uneasy.


    "Alive or dead, we need to get to the bottom of this. Those who passed can''t have died in vain; I need to know the truth."


    After hanging up the phone, Rosalynn stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the specks of light outside.


    It was just yesterday that she had this sudden urge to visit the cemetery to see Natalie, and that''s when she ran into Brisa. Rosalynn couldn''t shake the feeling that something was guiding her to unravel the events of the past.


    That night, Rosalynn''s sleep was anything but restful.


    In a state of half-sleep, she seemed to see the departed Betsy and Ayden. They were living in a cozy house, Ayden resting with his head on Betsy''sp, while she coaxed him to take his medicine, with several bottles scattered on the coffee table.


    And Rosalynn couldn''t help feeling that in this warm scene, there was a gaze lurking, watching them.


    Then she awoke with a start.


    Upon waking, her first instinct was to check on her children beside her.


    Only after confirming they were sleeping soundly could shey back down with some peace of mind.


    This happened three or four times throughout the night.


    The following day, Rosalynn was visibly drained.


    At the funeral home, thanks to Felix''s presence, the Davis family members were quite subdued, and the night passed without incident.


    Brisa''s health had declined severely over the past year, especially after learning about Natalie''s passing.


    Her family had been prepared, securing her a gravesite with excellent position.


    At an auspicious time, theyid Brisa to rest.


    After that, the atmosphere among the Davis family shifted subtly.


    With the burialplete, it was time to deal with the inheritance and the will.


    After they returned to the Davis family mansion, Rosalynn, along with her two little ones, arrived shortly after.


    The Davis n was already there, waiting with feigned warmth.


    Rosalynn nced around and noticed a few unfamiliar faces in the crowd.


    "Mrs. Silverman, I''ve heard so much about you!" a young man said enthusiastically, extending his hand.


    Rosalynn turned to Jameson, "And who might this be? I haven''t seen him at the funeral or at the graveside earlier."


    The young man''s face shifted ufortably.


    Jameson spoke up, "He''s my cousin, Paul Davis."


    Rosalynn immediately knew who he was - the cousin who had his eyes on the H City property and Brisa''s jewelries.