Lyndon glanced at Rosalynn and explained, âThis occurred right after Rosalynnâs arrival in Skrix.
Bealâs suspicion of her arose from her strong resemblance to a younger Gail, as he told us.
But resemblances are common.
Why fixate on Rosalynn? Whatâs more, Beal had been informed by his distant relative that the baby girl had perished Long ago.
Why then would he harbor any doubts? It stands to reason that he might have been privy to Rosalynnâs true identity prior to her arrival in Skrix.
Selina was in Wragos before Rosalynnâs arrival.
Could it be that Selina was the one who revealed Rosalynnâs identity to Beal?â
Lyndonâs statement was both clear and logical.
Brendanâs eyes narrowed, he was deep in contemplation.
âThat makes sense.
â
Brian added, âOnce Rosalynn possessed a jade pendant belonging to the Moreno family.
Yet, by some odd chance, right after Selinaâs relative.
Eleanor ended up behind bars, a burglar infiltrated Rosalynnâs home and stole it.
Isnât it a bit too coincidental that the burglar targeted only the jade pendant? While incarcerated, Eleanor had tried leveraging Rosaâs identity to negotiate a bargain with Rosa, who refused.
Subsequently, Selina paid Eleanor a visit.
Chances are, Eleanor disclosed Rosaâs true identity during that encounter.
â
They laid out the full story for Rosalyn.
She was merely an observer, with no need for words or action, just absorbing their words.
Such experience was new to her!
âWas she implicated in the car accident as well?â Brendanâs expression grew stormy.
Lyndon and Brian exchanged glances, opting for silence.
They were, after all, only hypothesizing without any concrete proof.
âNo, it couldnât have been Selina.
Itâs all on her father.
Sheâs likely oblivious,â Kyson interjected, coming to Selinaâs defense.
To him, Selina was the symbol of grace and virtue, not someone to collude with a man like Beal.
A hush fell over the room.
After a while, Brendan broke the silence.
âLet it be.
Her involvement is irrelevant.
I wonât hold her accountable.
Weâve doted on her for years.
Let her be free.
Sheâs no longer part of the Moreno family.
â
Gail nodded her head, concurring with Brendan.
They had nurtured her and were reluctant to harbor ill thoughts.
Kyson hesitated, nearly voicing his thoughts but restrained himself.
Recognizing his parentsâ resolve, he grabbed an umbrella and stepped outside.
There, Selina knelt in the pouring rain, soaked to the bone like a drenched mouse.
She hunched over, shivering, her teeth chattering.