But after their divorce, his life changed drastically.
He remembered the poisoning incident that had left a deep scar on his psyche, and he had harbored resentment toward his mother for a long time.
Thankfully, she kept in touch and often took him abroad to her new family after remarrying.
As he grew older over time, the blame he held against her began to fade.
He came to understand that she loved him deeply and felt guilty for the pain he had endured.
Her interference in his marriage was her misguided way of trying to protect him, thinking she knew what was best.
Sitting there, Brian felt a deep sadness mixed with regret.
It was his first marriage, and he had struggled to balance the delicate relationship between his mother and his wife.
His lack of emotional intelligence had contributed to the current situation, and now his mother lay in a coma because of it.
Brian sighed deeply, the sound heavy with the weight of his thoughts.
At this moment, Edwin gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
âMr.
Hughes, these are your motherâs phone and bag,â he said, handing over Noemiâs belongings.
Brian released Noemiâs hand and took the phone and bag from Edwin.
The screen of the phone was cracked, but it could still be turned on.
Silently, Brian used Noemiâs thumb to unlock it.
As he sifted through her call records and messages, a cold light flashed in his deep black eyes.
âEdwin, I need you to investigate someone,â he said, his voice firm and resolute.
Meanwhile, Lyndon was having dinner with a client at a high-end hotel.
He looked slightly drunk, having consumed a considerable amount of wine.
In the midst of the dinner, his phone rang.
It was a call from Sheldon.
Lyndon smiled, asked his assistant to entertain the client, and stepped outside to answer the call.
âSheldon,â he greeted warmly.
âDad, come over right now!â Sheldonâs voice was urgent and shaky.
âGrandma is dead.
Tilda is fighting with a bad woman! She is no match for the woman!â
Sheldonâs voice was filled with sobs.
Lyndonâs heart skipped a beat, confusion and worry flooding his mind.
His smile vanished, replaced by a look of concern.
âAre you at home now?â he asked, fearing that someone had gone to Tildaâs apartment to exact revenge again.
He had instructed his assistant to arrange bodyguards for her, so they should be there, right?
âNo, weâre at Skrix Hospital.
Dad, please come here!â Sheldon said, his voice filled with urgency.
âI see,â Lyndon replied, his mind racing.
He didnât ask any more questions and quickly hung up.
He asked his assistant for the bodyguardâs number and dialed immediately.
âWhere are you now?â he demanded as soon as the call connected.
âMr.
Fernandez, weâre at Skrix Hospital,â the bodyguard replied respectfully.
âWhat happened?â Lyndon asked directly, his voice tense.
âMiss Larsonâs mother passed away.
There was a confrontation with her family,â the bodyguard explained briefly.
Lyndon squinted his eyes, processing the information.
âTildaâs mother is dead?â he repeated, his voice heavy with shock.
âIs Tilda hurt?â
âNo, sir.
When Miss Larson had a conflict with her family, we intervened immediately to protect her,â the bodyguard assured him.
âGood.
Iâll be right there,â Lyndon said, hanging up.