Before she could dwell further on her observations, Brianâs voice interrupted her reverie.
âBetsy, this is my wife, Rosalynn,â he introduced.
âShe Learned about your injury through me and took the time to prepare some soup to visit you.
â
As it transpired, Brian had accompanied Rosalynn because she had expressed a desire to come, not solely to share a meal with Betsy.
Observing the slight shift in Betsyâs expression, Rosalynn maintained her composure, feigning tranquility.
âThank you, thatâs very thoughtful of you,â Betsy acknowledged.
âItâs no trouble at all.
The soup wasnât exclusively made for you.
â Rosalynn clarified with a calm demeanor.
âCoincidentally, a friend of mine was also recovering from an injury, so I prepared some chicken soup for her and thought to share it with you.
â
Rosalynnâs attire, a long white dress paired with a matching cardigan, exuded elegance.
Her presence radiated a serene yet dignified aura.
Struggling to hide her envy, Betsy flashed a tight-lipped smile and said, âThanks, Mrs.
Hughes.
â
Rosalynn grinned, shooting a quick glance at Edwin.
Edwin caught her drift, scooping up a bowl of soup from a food container and passing it on.
Rosalynn passed it to Betsy with a nod.
âEat it while itâs warm.
â
âAppreciate it.
â
Betsy fought the urge to push her away, offering another word of thanks before taking a bite.
Rosalynn hovered near the bed, eyeing Betsy up and down.
From afar, she couldnât see clearly.
But now up close, she noticed Betsy had flawless, natural-looking makeup on.
It seemed like sheâd dressed up knowing Brian would swing by.
Despite being a patient, she wore makeup and revealing clothes.
It was clear to anyone with some sense what her intentions were.
Rosalynn smiled warmly.
âMiss Ruiz, my husband mentioned you look a lot like me, and I was curious to see the resemblance for myself.
Now that I see you, I must admit, we do look quite similar.
â
After a moment, she asked, âSo, have you had any cosmetic surgery?â
Betsy paused, her spoon suspended mid-air, before answering with a serene smile.
âYes, I have,â she admitted.
âA car accident left me with a face that needed fixing.
â
Learning Betsy had had cosmetic surgery, Rosalynnâs gaze shifted slightly.
âI understand now.
Your transformation is quite intriguing.
â