ログインAdriana gave a calm smile, her expression unbothered. "I never thought about wanting the Stanleys' money. What I make is already more than enough to keep my kids comfortable for life."Take a favor, and you owe a favor back. Take a cent, and you pay for it eventually. Her children didn't need to hold their hands out for anyone else's money.Bella settled into the massage chair, rubbing her sore shoulders with a sigh. "Tell me about it. I work myself half to death every day just so Pomme never has to worry about anything."Adriana sat down in Bella's office chair and asked, offhand, "How are things with Nicholas?"Bella closed her eyes, comfortable, her voice going lazy. "He's probably been busy the last couple of days. I have too, honestly—we haven't talked much. If you hadn't brought it up, I might've forgotten I was even seeing someone."She laughed. "Might be for the best, though. Young guys have too much energy. Keeping up with him every day is exhausting."Adriana shook her
Francesco quickly found the clip. He set the tablet on the table and waved Mars and Margaret closer."Did you hear that? Maeve called me Dada too."Adriana's hand twitched toward the tablet, meaning to shut it off, but the moment her fingers moved, her gaze caught on the unguarded joy on Francesco's face. That flicker of light softened something in her chest, and in the end, she couldn't bring herself to interrupt.Mars watched his boss make a complete fool of himself and couldn't help but smile.The footage kept playing, and when Maeve mimicked her brother and babbled out her own "Dada," Francesco nearly leapt out of his chair, slapping his palm flat on the table."My daughter!"Mars deadpanned, "Boss, you don't have to be this excited about it."Margaret gave him away instantly. "When our kids said Dada for the first time, you jumped straight into the backyard pool. In the middle of winter."Adriana burst out laughing. She never would have guessed that Mars—tall, broad-should
Adriana thanked Margaret quickly on the twins' behalf.Mars waved a hand. "Ms. Adler, no need to be so polite with Margaret. If anything, we should be thanking you for the job—it's a great one."Adriana shook her head, smiling. "Someone as capable as Margaret could find work anywhere without breaking a sweat. You two are the ones doing me the favor."Margaret, tired of the two of them going back and forth, cut in briskly. "All right, at this rate you'll still be at it next year."Mars laughed, a little helpless. "My wife's the blunt type. Don't take it personally, Ms. Adler."Adriana pressed her lips together, smiling. "I happen to like blunt people. Margaret and I are going to get along just fine."Afterward, she walked Margaret through the layout of the house, set her up with a room for her afternoon breaks, and went over the job in simple terms.Margaret raised no objections at all—if anything, she thought the workload sounded far too light. No cooking, no full-time caregivin
Of course, Adriana didn't agree. Her tone stayed cool. "You heard wrong. Go on, get out."She pushed Francesco toward the door, and the second he stepped through it, she slammed it shut and locked it behind him.Leaning back against the door, she let out a slow breath, her heart still beating a little fast.Heidi poked her head out from the kitchen, eyes narrowed with a knowing smile. "Blood is a strange, powerful thing. Milo and Maeve haven't spent all that much time with Mr. Este, and yet every time he's around them, the two of them get attached to him so fast.""That's exactly why it worries me," Adriana said, clearing away the dishes.Francesco was working his way into her children's lives through every means available, and by the time she noticed, it might already be too late to do anything about it."Mr. Este's got a good temperament, comes from a good family. Having a father like that can only be good for the kids."Adriana managed a strained smile at Heidi. "All right, H
Francesco crouched down, set the toy car flat on the ground, and gave it a hard push. It shot forward and skidded a good distance away.Milo let out an excited squeal and chased after it, waddling, then brought it back and handed it over to Francesco again.The same simple game, over and over, and he couldn't get enough of it—his laughter filled the living room.Maeve, meanwhile, stood quietly in front of the couch, clutching her talking pen and pressing it carefully against the pages of a picture book. She hadn't even finished one page before she was already flipping to the next, her eyes locked in concentration.Adriana left her to it. Maeve seemed to have been born loving books—the way her small hands turned each page, the garbled little sounds she made trying to follow along, that serious little face melted Adriana completely.She looked away and went to help Heidi in the kitchen.Steam rose from the stove, and the two of them chatted idly, the conversation somehow drifting t
Francesco accompanied Adriana and Maeve right to their doorstep. Heidi was slumped on the couch when she heard the electronic lock click, and she scrambled up to look toward the door. The moment she saw Maeve in Francesco's arms, she clapped a hand over her mouth, tears spilling over."My poor Maeve, all this suffering—it's all my fault, I'm old and useless!"She raised a hand to slap herself, and Adriana rushed to stop her."Heidi, don't. None of this is your fault."Francesco stepped past them, took Maeve to wash her hands, then carried her off to play with Milo.Heidi wiped her eyes. "Sorry, I overreached, fighting to take care of the children on my own. I'm just an old fool. You should find yourself a proper nanny. I'll go back to the countryside.""Heidi, who else in this house could I possibly trust, inside or out?"Adriana helped her sit and dabbed the tears from her face with a tissue. "You can't leave. I wouldn't be able to go to work with any peace of mind if you did
"What do you think?"Joan let out a haughty snort, stepping back half a pace—right onto his polished leather shoes."When we were abroad, we could still meet often. But now that we're back, it's nearly impossible to see each other."Dean's usual calm, composed demeanor shifted; a playful, almost
In the blink of an eye, the day of Grandma Rosie's memorial arrived. Adriana got to the cemetery early, confirming the arrangements with the staff.Dew clung to the grass beside the graves, soaking her pant legs as she walked. She settled on a bench to dry off, lifting her gaze to a sea of headston
"Oh—Edward, did you just tap the voice recorder?"Joan snatched the phone away, uneasily glancing at Chris."Chris, I'll delete it right now. Edward was fiddling with my phone while he was eating. Who knew it would record Adriana's words?"Chris said nothing. His expression tightened, his eyes li
"I can keep investigating for you, if you'd like," Charlie offered.In truth, he could have followed the trail and uncovered whoever was behind it. But the matter might involve Adriana's privacy, so he chose not to pursue it further.Adriana thought for a moment. "Then I'll trouble you, Charlie. C







