Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Naomi asked, "Our family has businesses all over, including Cedillo Inc. Why push the kids into that?"

Mia glanced at Leo, who was glued to his phone. "Let Leo handle the Cedillo Group. I just want my son to live comfortably."

If her son were to inherit the company, he'd end up like his dad caught up in strategies and constantly on guard, shouldering the rise and fall of the Cedillo Group. The higher you rise, the heavier the burden, the greater the responsibility, and the more intense the pressure. Mia simply wanted her son to have a life filled with health, happiness, a bit of wealth, some leisure, and simplicity.

Seeing Mia's motherly love, the Cedillo family began to see her in a new light. The once immature Mia was now viewed as noble, no longer greedy for wealth.

Hansen, overhearing, quipped with a smirk, "Well, isn't this a surprise? Mia not after money?"

Mia, glowing with maternal love, retorted, "What do you know, Dad? Is money more important than my son?"

Leo, having listened for quite a while, scoffed. "Keep dreaming."

Had he not known Mia since childhood, he might have believed her act. "How much is Henry's allowance? Let's say a million a year. In eighteen years, that's only 18 million. That's less than the cost of one of your bracelets." Ignoring inflation, Leo continued, "In eighteen years, if your son wants to start a business and asks you for a hundred million, would you give it to him? You're like someone who drops a sesame seed to catch a watermelon." Mia was at a loss for words.

Hansen suddenly realized, "Oh, Mia, you're setting things up for eighteen years from now!"

Mia protested, "No, no, that's not it. Dad, don't listen to Leo's nonsense. How could I be so forward-thinking? I just purely love my son."

Hansen believed his grandson more than Mia.

Naomi, affectionately tapping Mia on the head, said, "Oh, little Mia, if only I had known to raise Leo like that from the start."

In the evening, when Andre returned home, the family was still teasing Mia about her earlier comments.

Andre, with a smile and the day's fatigue left at the door, asked his lovely wife, "Cooking up schemes again?" Home was his sanctuary, filled with healthy family members, an adorable son, and a beautiful wife. People desire so much wealth, fame, love. Yet, they need so little-just a happy, healthy family.

"Honey, even you don't believe me?"

In the Cedillo family living room, Mia was undeterred by the previous day's events. Home was her fortress, her place of security.

hard to believe

wasn't greedy, "Dad gave our son a $9,900 gift, Uncle Naomi gave him $6,600, and you gave your son $5,200... Honey!" As she spoke, she turned sour again. "You gave our son a

Andre: "..."

check to fill in however I wanted," Mia continued, "This year, it's all about your son, and I'm

to be left out, chimed in

you!" Mia scolded her

The little guy: "Goo!"

her son's padded behind, "You've stolen

just giggled at

interjected, "You and Andre are a couple;

"But he gave me one last

offered, "How about I give you two blank

replied,

in the fun, teasing in the living room, "I don't believe

girl's 'I don't want it,' usually means

exclaimed, "Wow, Aunt Mia, you're

how cool your son is, he can't shake that. Mind sharing one

protested, "Just you wait-if he gives me a check to fob me off tomorrow, he's sleeping

it. The family's banter had backed Andre into

made it

act?" The miffed mother

knew to keep quiet for

diaper change and a light spanking. Sure enough, a little discipline goes

there were other ways to appease Mia. "Honey, why don't you come clean about why that guy was

spy on my family. I haven't

was brushing her off, didn't believe a word. "It must be Tom. You're hiding it from

the first time, Andre faced disbelief. "I'm telling the

Mia, convinced of her own cleverness, wouldn't have it. "You're not saying enough. It must be a