"Yeah, but leaving it to him makes me feel at ease."
Perhaps, in this world, aside from her brothers, only Aiden would genuinely care for her, holding her dear in his heart.
Rouge Jarvis gazed at the moonlight outside the window, habitually resting her head against his chest, murmuring, "Not only has Tiana returned, but she's also turned her son into a son-in-law."
"Soon, might even have a grandchild."
Rouge Jarvis nodded silently.
Graham Ford lifted his hand, gently rubbing his brow. The effects of alcohol grew stronger, and he squinted slightly, his eyes wandering afar: "We're almost old now."
Rouge Jarvis listened, and memories of the years flashed in her mind.
Even as she aged, she had no regrets in this life.
…
Aiden Shaw's room.
After helping him lie down, Tiana Thorne checked the time; it was eleven forty at night.
