Years had passed, yet had Bealâs conscience not stirred with remorse?
And what of Selina? Was she oblivious to her fatherâs actions, or was she implicated as well?
These contemplations cast a frosty glint in Lyndonâs eyes.
Any threat to Rosalynn was a threat to him.
Interrupted by the rumble of his own hunger, Lyndon was jolted back to the present, meeting Rosalynnâs gaze.
âFeeling hungry? Should I grab something for you to eat?â she asked with a smile.
âNo, thank you,â Lyndon replied softly.
âMy hunger is there, but my mind is elsewhere, and my appetite has waned.
Just stay and chat.
â
Rosalynn understood and simply offered him a glass of water.
In the Moreno familyâs house.
Selina discreetly ushered her father aside.
âWhatâs the latest, dad?â she inquired anxiously.
Beal reassured her with a comforting pat.
âAll is well.
The police have attributed it to Darrionâs drunkenness.
It was a mere traffic accident.
â
Relieved by the news, Selina exhaled deeply.
âThatâs the most favorable outcome.
â
Beal gazed at her, querying, âWhatâs our next move? Rosalynnâs presence is a lurking threat, isnât it?â
Selina, peering into the horizon, replied, âIndeed, but for now, we must stay level-headed to evade their attentio
n.
Besides, Rosalynnâs employment here, coupled with the museumâs expansion, provides enough opportunity for an⦠unfortunate accident, wouldnât you agree?â
Her voice carried a somber tone, her eyes shimmering with a frosty gleam.
Bealâs expression brightened as he commended, âClever as always, my dear daughter.
â
With a frosty twist to her lips, Selina demanded, âI need you to orchestrate a swap of the test results flawlessly.
Any slip-up, and itâs game over.
â
Beal affirmed with a nod.
âRest assured, Iâve taken care of it.
â
With that, Selina gestured for him to attend to his duties.