She trusted her daughter and Lyndon, but she recognized that the rumors swirling around them made it prudent for Lyndon to leave for the time being.
Once Noemi was packed, Brian escorted her out of the house.
Seated in the car, Brianâs expression was set, his lips pressed firmly together, signaling his displeasure.
Noemi, sitting beside him and sensing the tension, finally broke the silence.
âBrian, where are you taking me?â
âTo a mental hospital,â Brian said coldly.
âWhat did you say? Are you suggesting I should be sent to a mental hospital?â Noemi was shocked.
âI think your behaviors are quite crazy.
Shouldnât you be evaluated at a mental hospital?â Brian replied.
Noemiâs expression turned stern.
âIâm not ill! Iâm your mother.
Everything I do is for your benefit! You canât treat me this way!â
A flash of anger crossed Brianâs eyes.
âFor my benefit? Do you have any proof that the child Rosalynn is carrying isnât mine?â
âTomâ
Noemi hesitated before continuing, âIâve seen Rosalynn and Lyndon together several times.
They didnât come back home at night a few days ago.
Isnât that proof enough? Iâm certain theyâre having an affair.
â
Brianâs expression grew even grimmer.
âYou need concrete evidence.
What youâre suggesting isnât sufficient.
Did you actually see them being intimate?â
Noemi was at a loss for words.
She frowned and remained silent.
Brianâs tone was cold.
âMom, you need solid proof to accuse Rosalynn.
You canât just assume the baby isnât mine and push for her miscarriage based on suspicions.
What if you find out later that the child was indeed mine, but youâve already forced her to terminate my child? Would you not live with regret and guilt?â
At his words, a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes.
What was she doing? How could she try to make Rosalynn miscarry?
She quickly denied it.
It must be Rosalynnâs fault.
That child couldnât be Brianâs.
Butâ¦
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her temples.
With a frown, she clutched her head in pain.
âBrian, please donât scold me.
My head is in great pain.
â
Brian glanced at her and noticed her pale face.
He fought to control his anger and maintain his composure.
âMom, have you been seeing your therapist regularly lately?â
It seemed her depression was getting worse.
Not only had her depression deepened, but she also appeared to be experiencing delusions.
This was troubling.
âI have,â Noemi replied, rubbing her temples.
She frowned and looked dreadful.