Brian hadnât been removing grey hairs.
He had been collecting samples for a DNA test.
And it turned out Rosalynn was his sister.
His own flesh and blood.
In the room, Selinaâs complexion turned ghostly, her thoughts ceasing.
Now Rosalynnâs true identity been uncovered.
She remembered imploring her father to falsify the test results, but Brian had conducted another test!
Gailâs eyes never left Rosalynn, her lips quivering with growing joy.
She reached out, grasping Rosalynnâs shoulder firmly.
Even as she scrutinized her daughter, disbelief clouded her senses.
âRosa, is it truly you? But I thought you wereâ¦â
The agony of her daughterâs loss had haunted her for two long decades.
Now, the revelation that her daughter lived set her heart racing.
Could this be a dream?
âMrs.
Moreno, itâs time we questioned Beal about the events of that year.
We must uncover his deeds.
â
Brianâs gaze upon Selina was icy.
A wave of coldness enveloped her, causing Selina to tremble.
With Rosalynnâs identity out in the open, Bealâs past deeds were bound to come to light.
She pondered her next move.
âAre you suggesting my daughter wasnât dead, and Beal took her away in secret?â Gail inquired.
âIt appears so,â Brian confirmed, eyes settling on Rosalynn.
âHe even went as far as to hire an assassin to eliminate her upon discovering sheâs your daughter.
â
A complex look shadowed Gailâs face as she turned to Selina.
Desperation gripped Selina; she clutched at Gailâs arm, squeezing out a pair of tears.
âThat canât be! It simply canât be! My fatherâs devotion to the Moreno family is unwavering.
Iâm certain heâs caused no harm to your family.
â
Her strategy was to feign ignorance and distance herself from the accident.
Her father was the culprit, not her.
Gail, observing Selinaâs distress and then glancing at Rosalynn, found herself adrift in a sea of doubt.