“Really? No..." A flicker of unease passed through Debora's eyes.

"Recently, she has taken to gardening and poultry rearing in the backyard. We've advised against it, but she wouldn't listen. Perhaps that's the cause of her fatigue," one of Debora's attendants reported.

Debora glared at the servant, a sheepish smile playing on her Lips.

“Didn't they say moderate Labor helps promote metabolism? That's definitely not the reason."

Hearing Debora’s deflection, Rosalynn gently replied, “Debora, while it's true that regular exercise is beneficial, you're of a certain age, and your heart has been troublesome. You need to prioritize rest.

Over-exertion isn't advised."

Debora's discomfort and heartache stemmed from overexertion, which had subsequently worsened her physical condition and led to a viral cold.

“Alright, alright. I hear you," Debora acquiesced.

Deanna, standing nearby, scoffed at the conversation.

"You certainly play the part of a doctor well. Most people say that exercise adds life to years, but you're advising Debora to rest. Perhaps we should wait for a real doctor to provide an opinion.”

Rosalynn simply raised her eyebrows, offering no rebuttal.

Just then, Selina returned to the room, followed by the family doctor.

“Mr. Hughes," the doctor greeted Brian.

Brian responded with a small nod, requesting the doctor to proceed with Debora's examination.

The room was promptly vacated, Leaving Debora alone with the doctor

“Brian, sit down. I'll apply some medicine for you," Selina offered holding a tube of ointment.

Brian glanced at Rosalynn before declining Selina's offer.

“No need, Selina. Rosalynn, could you assist me with this?"

Rosalynn agreed and accepted the ointment from Selina.

Caught off guard, Selina's face stiffened, embarrassment flashing in her eyes.

Deanna pursed her lips, squeezing Selina's hand in a consoling gesture.

Forcing a smile, Selina composed herself, watching as Rosalynn expertly applied the medicine to Brian's wound.