The Million-Dollar Heart

A flash of confusion crossed Alyssa's eyes as she glanced at the servants standing by.

After a moment of silence, one of the servants spoke up with caution, "It was Miss Sasha from the Linklater family's gala."

Alyssa's expression darkened momentarily but quickly returned to sunshine. After all, to secure an invitation to the prestigious Linklater family's event, swallowing a bit of pride was a small price to pay. She put on a gentle face, "Alright, I was wrong last time, and I owe you one. How about making it up by taking you to see Auntie at the Linklater family's place?"

"But we need to inform Grandpa first, shall we go now?"

Winston, ever so obedient, nodded and willingly took Alyssa's hand with his chubby little fingers.

As the servants made to follow, Alyssa slowly said, "You two stay here. I'll talk to Grandpa with Winston."

At this, Winston's cherubic face flushed with excitement, "Please pick some beautiful roses for me. I want to gift them to Auntie."

Alyssa's face darkened at the thought, Winston seemed born to challenge her patience!

Suppressing her irritation, she tightened her grip on Winston's hand, deliberately leaving the servants behind. She softly told him, "When we see Grandpa, remember to say how much you want to see Sasha. Sweeten your words, beg if you have to, Grandpa dotes on you the most."

"The most important thing is, insist on having me accompany you. Just say that I was the one who took you last time, so you want me again this time."

Winston nodded along, his eyes gleaming.

Standing before Hunter Wright's office door, painted a classic deep red with ancient waves shimmering across its surface, Alyssa felt the gravity of the moment. The golden doorknob, crafted from pure gold, stood out. The Wright family's children seldom ventured near Grandpa Hunter's study, except for Winston.

as a baby, Winston seemed to have earned a special privilege. Grandpa Hunter adored his

the golden doorknob, pulled it down, and agilely slipped inside without

afford such casualness. Standing at the door, she respectfully

gravelly voice from within

Alyssa felt a chill descend upon

in Hunter's lap, playing with a sand

half-mask that only revealed part of his face, looked lovingly at Winston, letting the boy fidget in

and looked up at Hunter with big, watery eyes, "Grandpa, I want my sister

at Winston with affection, gently stroking the boy's soft hair, his eyes flicking

such a gaze

family brought some shame to our family's name. I want to apologize properly this time. I've realized mistake, and I don't want

a slightly warmer tone, "Winston, do you really want your sister to accompany you? Remember, last time she didn't have my permission and you got lost. Are you sure you want her with

run down her spine. She hadn't forgotten how furious Grandpa Hunter had been

anxiously towards Winston, wondering

with me. She apologized and said it wasn't on purpose. I

of Winston made it clear why Alyssa's brothers found it hard to

but advised Winston, "I'll have those two servants accompany you. At the Linklater

Winston, but don't cause any trouble this time. The most important thing is to ensure Winston has a happy visit. We can't have a repeat of last time's incident." Alyssa stood tall and firm, her voice laced with a promise of determination, "This time,

and Alyssa, feeling the weight of her vow, led Winston out

on the second floor of the old castle, a man lounged by the window, one leg casually swinging