Betsyâs family, who lived outside Wragos, were unable to arrive in time.
That night, Carson, Aldrichâs cousin, handled an urgent transfer procedure for Betsy, sending her to Betton for treatment.
Because her face was severely injured and wrapped in white gauze, her family never saw her face when they arrived to care for her.
They only noticed a significant change in her character, as she seemed to regard them as strangers.
After a week, Carson arranged for cosmetic surgery for her, and her family left with a large amount of compensation from the company.
Seeing the woman approaching, Brianâs eyes darkened with suspicion.
Was this woman really Betsy?
âWhatâs the matter?â Brian asked.
Betsy stood in front of him, her expression serious.
âMr.
Hughes, I heard that you were dismissed?â
Brian looked at her for a moment.
Without responding, he turned and opened the door, stepping out into the parking lot.
Betsy hurried after Brian.
âMr.
Hughes, I know youâre not devoid of compassion.
Youâre simply caught in a difficult situation between your mother and your wife.
Those online critics fail to see the truth.
On the rooftop, you made effort to save your mother, risking your own safety in the process.
But they choose to turn a blind eye to that.
â
Brian remained tight-lipped, his expression unreadable, as he made his way towards his car.
Suddenly, a horde of reporters descended upon them, brandishing their cameras and bombarding Brian with questions.
âMr.
Hughes, is it true that youâve resigned as CEO?â
âMr.
Hughes, are you sacrificing power for love?â
âMr.
Hughes, do you regret your decision now?â
âMr.
Hughes, how could you not have stopped your mother, the woman who raised you, from jumping off the building?â
The barrage of inquiries was relentless, and Brian found himself engulfed in a suffocating whirlwind of microphones and flashing lights.
His silence only seemed to fuel the reportersâ persistence.
Meanwhile, Edwin attempted to clear a path through the crowd, gesturing frantically for the reporters to give Brian some space.
But their numbers were overwhelming.
On the other side, Betsyâs eyes darted around as she planned her next course of action.
With a determined push, she forcibly removed a male reporter from Brianâs vicinity.
âPlease show some respect.
Mr.
Hughesâ mother is gravely ill.
Your words are only adding to his distress!â
With that, she took hold of Brianâs arm and began to guide him towards the waiting car, pushing aside the reporters in their path.
Brian felt a twinge of discomfort as he noticed Betsyâs hand firmly holding his own, but he resisted the urge to pull away, maintaining his composure.
The reporter Betsy had pushed earlier regained his microphone and aggressively pressed forward.
âWho are you to Mr.
Hughes? You appear to be an employee of the Hughes Group.
You bear a strong resemblance to Mr.
Hughesâ wife.
Are you his confidante?â