During the journey, Rosalynn adamantly prohibited Brian from attending to any work matters, insisting he close his eyes for some much-needed rest.
Recognizing her concern for his well-being, Brian refrained from arguing and complied with her wishes, obediently surrendering to the need for repose.
Under Edwinâs steady guidance, the car glided along the road.
With Rosalynn, the woman he cherished, beside him, Brian succumbed to sleep.
An hour later, the vehicle arrived at another hospital.
Observing Brianâs peaceful rest, Rosalynn hesitated to disturb him.
However, Brianâs senses remained sharp.
Upon sensing the car come to a stop, he roused himself swiftly.
âHave we arrived?â he inquired, his voice still husky from sleep.
âYes,â Rosalynn confirmed with a smile and a nod.
âShall we?â
Brian prompted, exiting the vehicle.
He adjusted his clothes before gently linking his arm with Rosalynnâs as they made their way into the hospital.
Following closely behind, Edwin trailed with a thermos in hand.
Upon reaching the fourth-floor ward where Betsy resided, Edwin courteously opened the door, allowing them entry.
Inside, Betsyâs anticipation was palpable, her eyes alight with hope.
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Hughes arrived?â she inquired eagerly upon spotting Edwin.
âYes,â Edwin confirmed, stepping aside to usher them in.
Betsyâs expression blossomed with delight, prompting her to fix her hair and summon what she believed to be her warmest smile to greet Brian.
However, her expression froze in place upon seeing Rosalynn at Brianâs side, their arms entwined.
Why was Rosalynn here?
In that moment, Rosalynnâs attention shifted towards the woman resting on the bed, a subtle flutter stirring within her heart.
The womanâs features bore a striking resemblance to her own, especially when she had been smiling just moments before.
If one didnât know better, they might have mistaken them for sisters.
A myriad of thoughts raced through Rosalynnâs mind.
Should she consider asking her mother if there was ever mention of another lost daughter?
As her gaze gradually lowered, pausing at Betsyâs chest, she noticed the hospital gown with two buttons undone, offering a glimpse of cleavage.
Rosalynnâs eyes flickered with an unusual gleam.
Was it unusually warm today?
Did Betsy really need the gown to be unbuttoned in such a manner?