?<strong>Chapter 781:</strong>


    Rafael tended to the boy, applying medicine to his scraped skin, and asked what had happened.


    “I heard Molly cry, so I came to check on her. I was watching her when the crib suddenly copsed,” Lucas recounted.


    Joelle found the incident puzzling. She and Adrian had spent a long time selecting the best crib for Molly, and this one was the sturdiest of them all. Why would it copse like that?


    Adrian turned to Leah. “Have you noticed anyone suspiciousing into this room or near the crib?”


    Leah paused for a moment, thinking, before shaking her head. “Many people came to see Molly, but I didn’t notice anything. I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Miller.”


    “Never mind,” Adrian said, deciding to let the matter go for now. “Is Molly alright?”


    Molly’s cries finally ceased, and Joelle cradled her in her arms.


    “She’s fine,” Joelle said, her eyes softening as she turned to Lucas. “Thank you for protecting Molly.”


    “It’s nothing,” Lucas replied shyly, scratching his head. After his wound was treated and bandaged, he ran off to y with Aurora.


    “Lucas rarely shows enthusiasm at home. He only bes yful when he’s here,” Allie remarked, watching the boy leave.


    “All he does at home is study. Of course, he won’t be as enthusiastic,” Rafaelmented, packing away the medical kit.


    Allie crossed her arms and looked at him. “It’s for his own good. He has to be as skilled as you, or even more.”


    Rafael didn’t argue, instead turning to Joelle and Adrian. “Lucas seems to like hanging around here. Can I send him here every summer and winter break?”


    “Of course,” Joelle replied.


    “He’s always wee,” Adrian added.


    By the time the party endedte into the night, the house had finally returned to tranquility after a busy day.


    It was only then that Adrian had the time to read the letter Rafael had given him earlier.


    Halfway through reading, his expression changed drastically. Joelle walked in, and Adrian quickly hid the letter under the table.


    “What are you reading?” she asked.


    “Nothing.”


    But Adrian’s attempt at secrecy was far from convincing. Perhaps it was because they had lived together for so long that one look at him made Joelle realize it was far from “nothing.”


    Adrian sighed, handing her the letter. “Raelyn’s dead.”


    Joelle caught her breath. The surprise echoed in her mind as she read the letter. “She left all her assets to you?”


    “Yes.”


    Adrian sat in the chair, the moonlight casting a mncholic shadow around him.


    .


    .


    .