Keegan stole a quick glance at Rosalynn, feeling utterly helpless.

As Deanna turned away, her anger evident, he took a deep breath and spoke in a soft tone.

“I wasn't actually angry at you."

"You wert The way you looked and the tone you used just now; it showed that you were! You were mad at me!" Deanna glared at him, her anger burning in her eyes.

Keegan relented, his voice softening.

“Okay, fine. I'm sorry. It's my fault, and I apologize for my bad tone. Please, don't stoop down to my level, alright?"

He dreaded the thought of facing her every day from now on. He didn't want to endure mistreatment from such a stubborn lady, day in and day out.

Deanna's anger subsided quickly, her face softening as she saw him give in.

“Could you get me a glass of water?"

"Sure," Keegan responded, nodding obediently.

He walked away to fetch a glass of water for her

Rosalynn couldn't help but suppress a Laugh, silently praying for Keegan.

Glancing at the painting on the table, she inquired, “Deanna, are you drawing?"

Deanna met her gaze and responded, "Yeah, I'm learning how to paint from Keegan. Does that bother you?"

She couldn't believe it. Deanna was actually learning to paint from Keegan?

Rosalynn was taken aback. Noticing the hostility in Deanna's eyes, she mustered a smile and reassured, "No, not at all."

Deanna pursed her lips and, after a moment of silence, murmured, "My mom has a short fuse. She wants you to divorce my brother immediately.

I won't meddle or keep you informed anymore.”

Rosalynn raised an eyebrow. Just as Keegan approached with a glass of water, she offered a grateful smile and said, "Thanks for understanding. You can continue. I'll step out for a bit."

Outside the door, she pondered for a moment before reaching for her phone to send Keegan a message.

“Keegan, what's happening? Why is Deanna Learning painting from you?"

It didn't take Long for Keegan to reply.