"But..."

“Well, it seems Like everyone is hungry. Let's focus on enjoying our meal."

It was clear that Debora didn't wish to delve deeper into the topic, preferring to avoid any further discussion on the matter.

Frankie had regained his composure. He rang the bell and asked the waiter to serve the dishes.

Before long, the waiters waiting beyond the door began to bring in the dishes, setting them on the table one by one.

Noemi's expression grew stormy.

With the topic now closed, a sense of disappointment washed over Selina.

She took a look at Barlow, her eyes flickering.

What did Barlow mean?

Why did he vouch for Rosalynn?

It was possible he had feelings for Rosalynn too, and they must have had sex that night.

How could Brian endure such a thing?

Did he simply turn a blind eye to it?

She glanced around and her sight paused on Noemi.

Now that the Hughes family had rallied behind Rosalynn, her only option was to push Noemi to stir up trouble.

With this in mind, she poured a bowl of soup for Noemi.

“Please, don't get upset. Have some soup first. You've only just come from the hospital and are yet to fully recover. It's not good to remain angry."

Her voice was soft, underscored with a hint of worry.

Noemi accepted the soup, her eyes softened.

Her eyes landed on Brian just as he was pouring soup for Rosalynn.

Anger flared within her once more.

"Selina, you're so thoughtful, unlike my ungrateful son. I'm regretful to suffer a lot just in order to give birth to him."