تسجيل الدخولChris looked away. "No need. Adriana will be back any minute. You should get going.""Burn the bridge the second you're across it, huh?" Alex tossed out those five words and left.Adriana came back quickly with the food. She set up the tray table over the hospital bed and laid the containers out one by one, steam curling up between them."These are all things you usually like. Eat some, at least.""With you here, of course I'll eat." Chris picked up his bowl and shoveled in a large mouthful.Seeing him actually eat, Adriana finally smiled, satisfied. "That's more like it."She sat down at the foot of the bed and started on her own portion, keeping him company.Between bites, Chris mentioned, offhand, "Dean gets out in a couple of days. I want to go pick him up."Her spoon paused. She was quiet for a moment before asking, "Are you well enough to leave the hospital for that?""Should be fine." Chris kept his eyes down. "He's still my brother, whatever else. I don't want him comi
Adriana knew exactly what Francesco wanted to hear, but she refused to give it to him."Thanks for the warning. I don't think I'll be leaving the kids alone with you again."Her tone stayed flat, but the corner of her mouth crept up.Francesco apologized at lightning speed. "My bad. I shouldn't have asked. From now on, less talking, more doing."If his hands hadn't been on the wheel, he'd have thrown them up in surrender right then.He caught her satisfied expression out of the corner of his eye, and despite himself, his own mouth curved to match.Adriana laughed and turned to check on the two kids in the back seat.Maeve had already fallen asleep, her small head tipped to one side in the car seat. Milo's eyes darted back and forth, fixed on the streetlights sliding past outside, the flickering glow washing over his round little face.The car eased into the complex and rolled to a stop. Adriana had Francesco carry Maeve, since she was already asleep — his arms were strong enoug
The twins carried the memory of Adriana's parents forward, and she wanted them to grow up knowing their grandparents had existed.Richard added, "Adriana picked wonderful names. I like them a lot."With both his son and grandson weighing in, Scott let the matter drop, though his gaze drifted quietly between Francesco and Adriana, thoughtful.Just then, a member of the staff announced dinner was ready, and the group moved to the dining room.The Stanley family had thought of everything—two baby high chairs were already set up at the table. Francesco settled Milo and Maeve into them with practiced ease, tied on their bibs, and even had special baby-sized bowls and spoons prepared just for them.Richard smiled. "Adriana, Francesco arranged all of this. If anything's missing, just tell him, and he'll go buy it.""Nothing's missing."Adriana's gaze lingered on the two small bowls and spoons. After a pause, she looked up at Francesco. "Thank you, on the kids' behalf."Scott and Richa
Francesco walked over and said softly, "Let's head inside."Adriana nodded and turned to wave the twins over. "Come on, babies, let's go play inside."Francesco stepped ahead and scooped up both children at once, one in each arm."Daddy's going to wash you some strawberries. Sound good?"Maeve answered with a soft, agreeable "'kay." Milo said nothing, just stuffed his fist into his mouth, drool running down his hand.Francesco set them both on the couch. The staff had already washed the strawberries—per Scott's instructions, only the tips had been cut and served in small cartoon bowls.Milo's eyes lit up, and he reached for one immediately, only for Francesco to stop him. He pulled out a pack of baby wipes and cleaned both children's hands thoroughly, not missing a single finger."There. Now you can eat."Richard watched from the side, a smile spreading across his face. "Francesco's far more careful than I was when I first became a father."Adriana smiled faintly at that, lift
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 stepped forward with calm composure. "Dean, gentlemen, this really isn't such a big deal. I'm sorry you had to make the trip."Dean got straight to the point. "Where's Chris?""He's in his ward. The doctor has instructed that no one disturb him for now, and he doesn't wish to see anyone."
Alex skimmed through the two articles in the newspaper, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the trash.If Chris saw the second article, he would only get angry all over again."And this Francesco… his remarks are completely inappropriate.""Achoo!"Francesco, lounging against the edg
Seeing the wicked glint at the corner of Francesco's eyes, a sense of foreboding rose in Adriana's chest.She lifted the binoculars. The moment the cross-river bridge came into view, she saw a figure climb over the unguarded end of the bridge and plunge into the river below.Even from a distance,
Grandma Rosie had once told Adriana she dreamed of Adriana's parents, Roger and Samantha, imploring her to take care of Adriana. To be entrusted is to be faithful. Adriana's sense of responsibility toward Chris likely stemmed from the influence of Grandma Rosie throughout her childhood.She crouc







