Betsy could have chosen to get cosmetic surgery to resemble anyone.
So why did she chose to look so much like her?
âWhen the doctor asked how I wanted to look, I couldnât really put it into words.
I just wanted to look less, you know, terrible.
So the doctor crafted my appearance to match my bone structure.
â
Her words sounded sincere, yet Rosalynn couldnât shake the feeling of doubt creeping in.
Was it all just a coincidence, or was there more to it?
Maintaining a casual tone, Rosalynn asked, âMiss Ruiz, how long have you been with the Hughes Group?â
âSince I graduated,â Betsy replied, matter-of-factly.
âI started off at one of their branches.
But after the accident, they moved me to headquarters.
â
Rosalynn nodded.
âI see.
It must be because of your exceptional work that they brought you to headquarters.
â
Betsyâs eyes briefly flickered, and she simply smiled, remaining silent.
.
âWhat branch were you at before?â Rosalynn asked.
âThe branch in Jeyrith City,â Betsy replied.
Rosalynn noticed Betsyâs calm demeanor, her composure unwavering.
Rosalynn nodded.
âYou were injured because of my husband, and I genuinely appreciate you.
Take care of yourself.
If you need anything, just reach out.
Iâll do my best to help you.
â
Betsyâs smile was warm.
âThank you, Mrs.
Hughes.
â
Returning the smile, Rosalynn turned to Brian, placing her hand on his arm.
âAnything else you want to say, honey?â
âNah,â Brian replied simply.
âThen letâs go,â Rosalynn said, her voice firm as she led the way.
âOkay,â Brian muttered, his smile gentle as he acknowledged Betsy before leaving the ward alongside Rosalynn.
As Betsy watched them leave, she scowled, feeling a urge to smash the soup bowl.
Rosalynnâs visit wasnât about offering solace this time.
It was just a clear statement of her status as Brianâs wife.
Betsy had no choice but to greet her with a forced smile, the similarity between their faces a constant source of irritation.
Inwardly, her disdain for Rosalynn was unmistakable.
Outside, Rosalynn and Brian got into the waiting car.
âBrian, whoâs in charge at the Jeyrith branch?â
Brian glanced at Edwin, who sat behind the wheel, seeking an answer.
Edwin replied, âMrs.
Hughes, Dewey Fullerâs the branchâs general manager.
â