The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1966

Rosalynn paused for a moment before turning to Hilaria and continuing, "At the end of the day, Hector is the one who caused this mess. I have no intention of blaming the entire Lawrence clan."

It's often said that wealth doesn't last beyond three generations.

The Lawrence patriarch and matriarch were already too old and weak to manage their family affairs. Of the younger generation, Hector was the only one who made something of himself.

But now Hector would be going to the prison, and the family was facing a tragedy that was nothing short of catastrophic. The toll on the elderly couple was already too great.

Hilaria lowered her eyelids. "That old coot's been slinging mud at Wayne, which infuriates me, but..."

She let out a deep sigh before continuing, "The Lawrence Group has seen better days. They've been on shaky ground for a while now. Let's just let the old couple live out the rest of their days in peace."d2

Hilaria was getting on in years and her circle of old friends was dwindling. No matter how angry she got, she couldn't muster the energy to hold a grudge.

"Don't worry, darling. The rest of the Lawrence clan won't dare to stir up any more trouble," Hilaria added. "I'll have a talk with Brewer. If he can't keep his family in check and they keep causing trouble for my kids, I won't hesitate to take matters into my own hands!"

"Alright, I understand," Rosalynn gently comforted Hilaria. "The doctor said you need to keep your emotions in check and avoid getting angry."

"I'd love to, but these situations just keep getting thrown my way," Hilaria sighed. "I've always felt like life's dealt me a bad hand, especially when it comes to love. My sons turned out to be fools... Thankfully, it seemed like fate took pity on me when you came into my life."

It was strange how life worked out sometimes. Hilaria's old friends, no matter how successful they were in their youth, either saw their businesses crumble after their passing or get swept away by the tide of time.

Some, like the Lawrence Group, she had to watch slowly wither away, unable to do anything to help. But she was different.