âMrs.
Hughes asked me to tell you that she trusts you.
She and the baby are waiting for you at home,â Edwin added.
Brianâs cold demeanor softened instantly, a smile appearing on his face.
He handed Edwin a piece of tissue.
âInside is Betsyâs hair.
Use it for a genetic comparison with her family.
â
Edwin was momentarily shocked before the realization dawned on him.
No wonder Brian had been so friendly with Betsy today.
He had been trying to get a sample of her hair.
He was questioning who Betsy really was!
Edwin quickly took the tissue containing Betsyâs hair sample and left.
Not long after, Betsy rolled out of the consulting room in a wheelchair.
Brian walked over and asked the doctor following her, âDoctor, how bad is her foot injury?â
âItâs just a mild sprain.
Sheâll be fine with a few daysâ rest,â the doctor answered.
âThank you,â Brian said.
Betsy, noticing his concern, felt a secret happiness.
She handed him the coat that had been covering her.
âMr.
Hughes, your wife called earlier.
I picked up so she wouldnât worry.
I hope thatâs okay.
â
Brianâs expression grew a bit colder, but his tone was neutral.
âItâs fine.
â
Observing his reaction, Betsy felt a sense of smug satisfaction.
She remembered how annoyed he had been the last time she answered his phone.
This time, although he was still displeased, it wasnât because she answered the call; it was the mention of Rosalynnâs name!
It seemed that, no matter how much a man liked a woman, his career always came first.
âWhere do you live? Iâll take you home,â Brian said.
âIâm staying at Beauty Apartments,â Betsy replied.
Brianâs eyes narrowed.
âYou stay at Beauty Apartments too?â