Seeing that they were preparing to leave, he was somewhat taken aback.

“Are you done with your meal already?"

Noemi, holding her head high, disregarded him and strode past him.

“Dad, please enjoy your meal. I'LL drop Mom at the hotel first," Brian said to Frankie.

Frankie gave a nod of acknowledgment and took a seat.

The room was now occupied only by Frankie and Debora. here's Barlow?" Debora inquired. le already left." Frankie took a sip of soup.

Did he say anything to you?" Debora pressed further.

Frankie set down his bowl, shaking his head with a wry smile.

"I asked him how he was. He said it wasn't any of my concern."

His son must resent him.

And rightfully so, he had earned it.

Debora let out a sigh.

“I wonder if Brian and Barlow will reconcile before my time comes."

Frankie remained silent before suggesting, “Perhaps Rosalynn could be of help."

Caught off guard, Debora pondered and then asked, “Frankie, what do you think about Barlow's feelings towards Rosalynn?”

Frankie chuckled, "I know my son. He's not one to stoop so low."

As the old saying goes, one's true nature reveals itself in childhood.

Frankie had always known his youngest son as an innocent, intelligent, and adorable child.

A person's innate character doesn't change. Barlow might hold a grudge against the Hughes family, but he wouldn't stoop to stealing his brother's wife.

At most, he would stir up some mischief.

In the restroom, Rosalynn washed her hands, then glanced at her reflection in the mirror and drew in a deep breath.

She knew her mother-in-law must have returned to confront her due to the video incident.