In the ensuing calm, Rosalynnâs thoughts were eerily collected as she pondered the identity of her assailant.
Peering through the glass at the driver, she recognized no familiar features.
He was an unknown entity, likely acting under orders.
Speculations raced through her mind, but Bryleeâs father surfaced as the prime suspect, the only figure she had conflicts with recently.
Could he be the mastermind of this accident?
Half an hour later, Brian appeared, Edwin in tow.
Grasping Rosalynnâs hand, he scrutinized her, seeking any signs of injury.
âAre you truly fine?â
âYes,â she reassured.
His anxiety abated slightly at her affirmation.
âWhat happened? Keegan mentioned an attempt on your well-being?â
Rosalynn recounted, âLyndon and I planned to dine near the university.
As he drove to park, a vehicle charged at me.
Lyndon maneuvered his car to shield me, sparing me but incurring grave injuries himself.
â
At her words, Brianâs grip tightened, his lips a firm Line.
The reality that she had been seconds away from harmâs way, saved only by Lyndonâs intervention, echoed a haunting familiarity of past dangers.
At the time, Brylee had lost control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with sulfuric acid, but Barlow intervened just in time to shield her.
It was his rivals-in-love who unexpectedly became his wifeâs savior.
The act left him wrestling with a tumult of emotions.
âDid you get a good look at the driverâs face?â Brian inquired, his voice strained with barely concealed envy.
Rosalynn paused to think before responding, âHis features were a blur, but he seemed to be in his forties.
â
âDo you recognize him?â
âI donât,â she admitted.
After a brief silence, she added, âSomething tells me he was following orders.
Could it be Bryleeâs father behind this?â
Brianâs eyes narrowed at the suggestion.
Turning to Edwin, he commanded, âCheck on this immediately.
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