Chapter 771

And somehow, without even realizing it, she had been dragged into the center of it all.

“Naomi.”

Lydia’s voice beside her pulled Naomi out of her thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Do you want something to drink?”

Naomi shook her head softly. “No.”

Lydia studied the girl’s face for a few seconds before gently taking her hand. “If you’re tired, try to get some sleep. We still have another three hours before we arrive.”

Naomi gave her a faint smile and nodded.

But even until the flight ended, she never truly managed to fall asleep.

By the time they arrived at the Miller family’s main residence in Sun City, dawn was already approaching.

Naomi had thought the heavy security escort would finally end once they left Carrington Bay.

Apparently not.

The moment she stepped off the plane, several broad-shouldered men immediately approached and continued following her closely.

Lydia had only said one thing.

“You’ll have to get used to it.”

After that, Naomi no longer knew what to say.

Now, the car they were riding in slowly passed through the gates of a mansion resting quietly near the edge of the city.

The place looked calm and comfortable, the kind of home that could make anyone want to stay there forever.

The large house still looked warm beneath the soft yellow lights glowing from every side of the building. Unlike the Devereux residence, which always felt cold and suffocating, the Miller family home gave Naomi a sense of comfort the moment she stepped out of the car.

The front door had already been opened before they even walked inside.

“Uncle Cale!”

Grace’s bright voice rang through the house instantly.

The little girl came running the moment she saw Cale entering with Lydia. Josh hurried after his sister, reminding her to watch where she was going before she tripped over herself.

“I thought Uncle Chris was lying. He said you were coming home,” Grace complained while quickly wrapping her

arms around Cale.

Cale clicked his tongue faintly before effortlessly lifting the little girl into his arms. “If it’s about me, then there’s no way he’d lie.”

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Grace immediately beamed. “Oh, I missed you so much, Aunt Lydia.” She stretched both arms wide, clearly intending to hug Lydia too without the slightest intention of climbing down from Cale’s arms.

The sight made Lydia laugh softly. “Goodness. You’re unbelievably greedy, aren’t you?”

Even so, she still stepped closer and hugged Grace warmly.

In the end, the position they ended up in looked more like Lydia hugging her husband right there in the doorway of the Miller family mansion.

Standing not far away, Naomi found herself unconsciously staring at them a little longer.

It felt so warm.

As though all the exhaustion and tension from the past few days had disappeared the moment they returned home.

“And I’m just being completely ignored?” Josh protested, crossing his arms over his chest.

Grace immediately huffed. “Because you’re annoying.”

“So are you.”

“You’re more annoying.”

“No way.”

Their tiny argument instantly filled the foyer without pause. The house, which had been quiet only moments ago, suddenly felt alive with overlapping complaints and bursts of laughter.

And strangely enough, all of it made Naomi’s chest feel warm.

After enduring so many terrifying things over the past few days, their voices slowly began easing some of the fear still lingering inside her.

“Are none of you going to let them come inside first?”

The gentle voice immediately made Josh and Grace turn around together. The moment they realized who had spoken, the two exchanged quick glances before lowering their heads slightly like children caught causing trouble.

“That’s Mom’s voice,” Josh muttered quietly.

Near the main staircase, Althea stood there with a small smile as she watched her children. Beside her was Daven, holding their youngest son, Chase, who still looked half asleep in his father’s arms.

“What can I do?” Lydia said with a casual shrug. “I wasn’t even given the chance to step inside.”

Josh immediately pointed at Grace. “It’s all Grace’s fault.”

“Why is it suddenly my fault?” Grace protested indignantly.

“Because you were the first one to jump on Uncle Cale.”

“You hugged Aunt Lydia too!”

“Kids,” Daven warned calmly, though the note of caution in his voice was unmistakable. “Let your uncle and aunt breathe first. I’m pretty sure they’re exhausted after such a long trip.”