The Million-Dollar Heart

Sasha's eyes twinkled with amusement as she spoke. She put down her pen and stepped forward to greet Winston personally-after all, he was just a little guy.

Winston toddled over, his little legs moving quickly. He was dressed in a British-inspired outfit, a sea-blue striped button-up shirt paired with navy shorts, a blend of retro and fashionable.

He was carrying a bouquet of vibrant roses, each bloom full and bright, their scent filling the air.

Winston could barely hold the bouquet with one hand and had been clutching it with both as he ran over. Now, looking up at Sasha with excitement, he exclaimed, "Auntie, look at the roses I brought for you!"

Sasha's heart swelled with joy at the sight of the flowers, a happy smile spreading across her face. "These don't look like they were bought; they seem freshly cut, so vibrant."

Winston's voice was soft, "They're from our garden. I asked the gardener to cut them especially for you!"

Feeling even more delighted, Sasha took Winston's hand and found a clear glass vase, filling it with water and arranging the bouquet of roses inside.

Arthur, seeing the bright red roses, couldn't help but smile. "This little guy is really sweet with Sasha. Quite the charmer."

Sitting on the couch, Vivienne raised an eyebrow. She had been at the same party and had seen Winston interacting with his mother, pondering for a moment.

Sasha pulled Winston towards Vivienne, her voice gentle, "This is my daughter, Vivienne."

Vivienne was momentarily taken aback by the unusual family dynamics.

Alyssa and Sasha were about the same age.

Winston was Alyssa's younger brother.

Normally, Winston would call Sasha "sister."

a decade older

the oddity, finding it rather

finally greeted

examined Winston carefully, responding

crouched to Winston's level, asking, "Is it just you

suddenly remembered someone was waiting for him outside. He had been so caught up since entering and seeing Sasha that he almost forgot. Alyssa was outside, thinking, "Such a thoughtful

"Auntie, my sister and two of our staff are

mention. "The

Winston nodded obediently.

frowned, "Didn't I say she's

arm, signaling

"Since she's here, let's invite her

tense and fingers clenched. She vividly remembered the disdainful looks

Linklater family's gatekeepers

slowed, and she adopted a more dignified demeanor, smiling,

was busy with wedding invitations,

knew those were invitations, her mood

she would have called him Arthur, but this time

his voice cold, "What are you

perfectly. "Arthur, was wrong about the party incident. I shouldn't have been swayed by Kate's words and treated Ms. Perez with such

polite but distant. "Take a seat. I'll have someone bring

took Sasha's noncommittal response as forgiveness, although it wasn't explicitly

eyes, "Arthur, Sasha has forgiven my indiscretion. Can you not find it in your heart to do the same?" Arthur, focused on the invitations, responded coolly,

left her scrambling for a seat,