Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

"Wait a minute, Rose made a whole bunch of tarts, how come there's only few of them here?"

Louisa had barely finished her sentence when the chef brought out another cheese tarts. She quickly snatched up three and was about to go for a fourth when the plate was wiped clean.

"You bunch of pirates!"

David was fuming; he hadn't managed to get his hands on a single tart since the meal started. Before he could vent his frustration, the chef arrived with another plate. As soon as it hit the table, everyone

dove in.

"Those aren't made by Rose, are they?"

"Who made these ugly tarts?"

Everyone withdrew their forks simultaneously, not a single tart taken, their faces filled with distaste.

"These are made by David."

The chef's revelation drew everyone's gaze towards David. If they heard right, David himself had called his own tarts ugly and was the first to pull back his fork.

Out of everyone, only Rosemary reached out, took a tart, and took a bite. "Not bad, tastes good."

"Rose, you don't have to force yourself."

"They're a hot mess. How can you even eat that.?"

"If they were salvageable, the chef wouldn't have brought them out like this. That means even the chef couldn't save these."

"Seriously, they're good." Rosemary urged everyone to give them a try.

Out of respect for Rosemary, the others considered trying one, but in the next second, the chef came out with another plate, making a point to mention, "These are made by Ms. Rose."

The scramble began anew.

The older brothers watched in disbelief as plates were cleared in seconds. They never imagined their elders could be so fierce in the battle for food.

Eventually, the meal ended amidst the chaos.

In contrast, Serena's situation was much more subdued.

She ate the gingerbread house Martin had made for her alone, checking the new smartphone he bought her. Just as she logged into Facebook, she saw her brothers had all updated their page.

Hunter: The taste of home.

Chasel: My sister, the crafty one.

Clark: My sister's cheese tarts are just too delicious.

Sean: My sister made these! Everyone, give her some praise!

David: Not only do my sister's cheese tarts look great, they're super tasty too!

Each brother posted pictures, with David also sharing a short video.

Hunter' post featured a close-up of the tarts. It was clear that Rosemary was skilled at making various intricate tarts.

Chasel's photo showed the tarts after they were baked, looking flavorful and appetizing.

Clark posted a photo of everyone at the table reaching for the tarts. It was clear there were a lot of people dining. Serena counted at least 15.

Could it be that their uncle's family had also come? But that still wouldn't account for so many people.

Who were these extra guests?

Could it be that Romeo was there too?

Or perhaps Grandpa Phillip and Grandma Shirley had joined?

No way.

Sean's photo was a repost from the eldest brother.

David's video showed the chef placing a plate on the table, and everyone immediately reaching in. The plate was emptied in a flash, laughter and chatter filling the room.

Serena hadn't expected that, even in her absence, they could still laugh and enjoy themselves so heartily.

From the video David posted, she heard her grandparents' laughter filling the air, and the beaming smiles of Kenneth and Louisa.

Their smiles were genuine, not a hint of pretense.

She hadn't expected that losing her would have no impact on their lives. They carried on, feasting and toasting, celebrating the year with such abundance.

A pang of discomfort twisted in Serena's chest. There she was, battered and bruised, freshly snatched from death's clutches, while her once-loving parents and grandparents laughed heartily without her.

They truly didn't care about her absence.

Serena watched the video over and over, each viewing stinging more than the last. Memories of belongings discarded like trash, of past joys and happiness, sowed the seeds of resentment deep in her heart.

After lunch, they brought flowers and went to pay respects to Grannie Grace.

Once arrived at the graveyard, they were surprised to find that the stone was clean and there were flowers in front of the stone. Who could possibly remember Grannie Grace?

The others shared his surprise. The Harris family, clearly the culprits, wouldn't bother.

Who could it be?

Once Rosemary spotted the unique wrapping paper on the bouquets, she knew it was Romeo.

That wrapping, those flowers—only one florist in the area carried them, and she had taken Romeo there once. To her surprise, he had not only remembered but also brought flowers to honor Grannie Grace.

"It's Romeo, no need to guess," she declared.

Hearing Rosemary's words, everyone was somewhat shocked.

Louisa was especially moved, "Romeo remembered! That boy is so thoughtful."

She hadn't expected him to be the first to honor Grannie Grace..

Bernard and Cornelia couldn't help but feel teary-eyed as they expressed their gratitude to Grannie Grace.

Darren and Belinda sincerely thanked Grannie Grace for her kindness to Rosemary.

Kenneth and Louisa were moved to tears.

"She was Rose's grandmother, and that makes her ours too. We'll honor her every year," David promised.

"Rose's doing well now, Grannie. You can rest easy," Hunter added.

"We'll all take good care of her, just like you did," Chasel affirmed.

"I'll lay down my life to protect her," Sean vowed.

"Tomorrow is Rose's homecoming celebration. Her true identity no longer needs to be hidden. That way, Grannie Grace, you can rest peacefully," Clark said.

Rosemary said, "Grannie, I'm doing well. I have my family and Romeo. You can be at peace."

A gentle breeze seemed to whisper Grannie Grace's tender reply.

Rosemary spoke quietly, then left with everyone else.

She messaged Romeo and confirmed it was indeed him who had sent the flowers to Grannie Grace.

Warmth flooded her heart.

Under the watchful gaze of generations past, Kenneth stood in the grand hall of the family estate, a place where tradition and history melded into the rich tapestry of their heritage. He spoke with a voice brimming with pride, "Dear families, I bear joyful tidings. Our daughter, who has wandered far from us for many a year, has at last been found and returned to our fold."