She was thoroughly pleased with how well they all meshed together.
What a lovely family scene.
But one question lingered in her mind-why hadnât Tilda revealed Sheldonâs true identity to Lyndon?
When Brian returned to the Morenosâ house, he knew Rosalynn was tending to Teddy in the deputy building of the villa, so he made his way over.
Teddy lay in her doghouse, occasionally casting glances at Rosalynn.
Quietly, Rosalynn sat beside her, gently stroking her fur.
She knew she should thank Teddy for suffering in her place.
Otherwise, she might have experienced a miscarriage⦠Rosalynn murmured softly, âTeddy, Iâm sorry for what you went through today.
Donât be disheartened by the miscarriage, okay? You will have another chance to expect your baby.
â
Teddy closed her eyes, seemingly content with Rosalynnâs touch, emitting a soft hum in response.
As Brian entered, a hint of apology flickered in his eyes upon hearing Rosalynnâs words.
He swiftly approached her, enveloping her in his arms and planting a tender kiss on her hair.
âIâm sorry.
Did todayâs incident scare you?â
Rosalynn paused, brushing the dust off her hands before turning to face him.
Brian seemed weary, and she realized the dayâs events had taken a toll on him as well.
With a sigh, she walked over to the sink.
âHave you arranged for Noemiâs accommodation?â
âYes,â Brian confirmed.
âI took her to the Owmale Hotel.
Tomorrow, Iâll escort her back to Wragos and arrange for her to see the psychologist she used to see.
â
As Rosalynn washed her hands, she couldnât help but ask, âDo you also suspect sheâs dealing with mental health issues?â
The events of the day had been jarring, prompting Rosalynn to consider if Noemiâs troubles extended beyond mere depression.
âYes.
â Brianâs expression remained serious.
âIâll consult the psychologist tomorrow and see what they have to say.
If my motherâs mental state is indeed concerning, Iâll arrange for her to receive treatment at a psychiatric hospital.
â
Rosalynn stopped washing her hands and shut off the tap as Brian fetched a tissue from his pocket to dry her hands.
Gazing at his handsome features, Rosalynn pondered silently before finally speaking.
âDid she give any reason for believing our child wasnât yours?â
Brian recounted, âShe claimed to have witnessed you and Lyndon meeting late at night on multiple occasions.
A few days ago, when you and Lyndon didnât return overnight, she concluded the child couldnât be mine.
â
Rosalynnâs eyes widened slightly at this revelation.
âJust because of that?â she echoed incredulously.
Brian nodded in agreement.
âI find it hard to believe myself.
While my mother can be stubborn, this level of irrationality seems out of character for her.
â
Actually, Rosalynn shared the same sentiment.