The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

The noise was quite loud, making everyone feel a headache.

Bailey Gomez held him, unsure whether it was genuine concern or feigned sympathy, and hurriedly tried to soothe him.

The group beside her remained indifferent.

After soothing the child twice, Bailey felt awkward and decisively shoved the child into Daniella Jackson’s arms.

"Mom, Mommy!"

The child was only two years old and suddenly found himself in a stranger’s embrace, naturally he began to cry.

Daniella Jackson held him and quickly left the hall.

Having become a mother, Bailey felt a pang of discomfort being separated from her child and silently wiped her tears while seated in the chair.

Before she could cry enough, Old Master Jackson’s somber voice rang out, "Tired, handle the remaining matters yourself, Cade, help me back to the room, Koa, come along with Grandpa for a moment."

These words were clearly directed at Zane Jackson.

Bailey forgot about her tears and glanced in confusion at Old Master Jackson, quickly standing up, "Master."

Old Master Jackson had just been helped to his feet, looked at her deeply, thought for a moment, and said calmly, "From now on, you can come to see the child once a month."

Bailey was suddenly overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Mm." Old Master Jackson nodded, aided by Butler Jackson, left the hall.

Approaching a hundred years old, he naturally understood worldly matters well. Bailey’s desperate and pitiful tone earlier obviously sought for some peace.

He promised her monthly visits to see the child, even if Lydia Williams intended to target her, she would act with caution.

What he was willing to do, frankly, was just this.

Lydia Williams had been married to Zane Jackson for eighteen years, yet he never liked her much, which is why, dealing with Bailey’s situation, he merely felt annoyance, without considering her feelings at all.

Why wasn’t she Ayla Ward?

If Ayla Ward were still alive, and Zane Jackson had strayed, let alone bringing a love child into the house, it would be fortunate if he didn’t break Zane’s leg.

But now Ayla Ward was no longer here, and Koa Jackson had a calm and detached nature.

He simply...

Old Master Jackson comforted himself yet still felt guilty towards Koa Jackson.

Being helped into the room, before sitting down he suddenly said, "Let’s go to the study first."

"You’ve been tired all day, why go to the study?" Koa Jackson slightly frowned in disapproval, "Let’s rest first, talk about whatever it is after resting."

"Grandfather plans to draft a will for you." Old Master Jackson patted his hand, speaking honestly, "Your father’s affairs can’t really be addressed anymore, Grandpa knows it’s been unfair to you, I need to compensate you more to feel at ease."

"I don’t need it." Koa Jackson pressed his thin lips, "May you live as long as South Mountain, there’s no need to talk about a will."

"I’m just preparing in advance." Even Old Master Jackson’s tone held a hint of placation.

"Get some sleep." Koa Jackson helped him to the bedside, leaned down and directly removed his shoes, speaking softly, "We’ll talk about those matters later, given your current health, living another ten or eight years won’t be a problem, stop dwelling on those things, alright?"

"Alright, alright." Old Master Jackson naturally sensed the care in his tone, feeling comforted, he didn’t say more and lay down on the bed.

Koa Jackson pulled the thin blanket up to his chest, leaned to sit on the bed’s edge, held one of his hands with both of his own, gently massaging it, smiling lightly, "Rest well, I won’t stay here tonight, heading to Cloudy Capital."

"Eager to find a wife, eh?" Old Master Jackson looked up at him, teasing him.

"Mm." Koa Jackson pursed his lips, not denying it.