After a pause, Brian said again, âIâLL take you to a hotel for now.
Tomorrow, weâll head back to Wragos together, and Iâll take you to your old therapist.
â
She had been seeing her current therapist for a while, but there hadnât been any improvement in her condition, suggesting that the treatment might not be effective.
He decided it would be best to consult a therapist who had previously treated her condition.
If it turned out there was a serious problem with her mental health, he might have no choice but to consider psychiatric hospitalization.
Noemi frowned and seemed resistant, but ultimately she didnât object.
Brian then took her to the Owmale Hotel and booked a suite.
He contacted a therapist he knew and set an appointment for the next afternoon.
Seeing his mother rubbing her temples on the sofa, Brianâs heart sank with sadness.
He loosened a button on his shirt and sat beside her, taking her hand, ready for a heartfelt discussion.
âMom, I know you mean well.
You want me to be happy, right?â
Noemi clasped his hand in return.
âSon, I was just trying to rectify my past mistakes.
I did everything for your best interest.
â
Brian nodded and said, âI get that.
But you should know that being with Rosalynn makes me happy.
If you truly want to make amends, please live your life and stay out of my marriage, okay?â
Hearing this, Noemiâs emotions surged once again.
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âBrian, Rosalynn isnât right for you.
Youâll be mocked if you stay with her! Please, listen to me.
She needs
to have an abortion.
You two should get divorced!â
Brianâs lips pressed into a thin line as he said nothing, his intense gaze fixed on his mother.
His deep eyes seemed to churn with a storm, mysterious and foreboding.
Under his unrelenting stare, Noemi felt slightly guilty.
Her head seemed to be hammered, splitting with pain.
She rubbed her temples and pleaded, âBrian, stop it.
I have a headache.
â
Disappointment flickered in Brianâs eyes.
He said with finality, âMom, Iâll say it for the last time.
If you want me to continue recognizing you as my mother, you must stop hurting Rosalynn.
Otherwise, Iâll sever our ties.
â
Noemi paused, looking up at him with a mix of anger and sorrow.
âBrian, âHave a rest.
Iâll take you back to Wragos tomorrow.
â
Brian stood up and left abruptly, the door slamming shut behind him, the sound echoing painfully in Noemiâs ears.
She was struck by the reality that her son was on the brink of disowning her.
What had she done? Had she nearly caused the death of her own grandchild? Why would she commit such a cruel act?
Was she truly losing her mind? That couldnât be; she had been consistently medicated and under psychological care.