“Brian, didn't you hear me? I'm worried about your mother. I want to keep her company."

“Suit yourself. If you want to head to Folkava, book the ticket yourself," Brian replied, his face devoid of emotion, as he walked to the bed.

His cold and distant demeanor made him seem unapproachable.

Selina stared at his retreating form and rolled her eyes.

Was he blaming her for being too talkative a while ago?

It didn't matter. As long as Noemi was on her side, Brian would eventually give in.

After all, he had just promised to divorce Rosalynn.

Meanwhile, Rosalynn returned to Beauty Apartments.

As she looked upon the now empty home, she began to silently pack her belongings.

Since they were going to divorce, there was no reason for her to stay here any Longer.

Standing on the balcony, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart as she looked at the clothes of a man and a woman hanging side by side.

She took a deep breath, pushing down her sorrow, and continued packing her things.

Just then, the doorbell rang, causing Rosalynn's heart to race.

Could it be that Brian had returned?

Was he back for a confrontation?

No, perhaps he had come back to explain things to her.

His agreement to divorce her was just a temporary measure, right?

A glimmer of hope rose in Rosalynn's heart.

She put down her clothes and rushed to open the door.

However, it wasn't Brian standing there. It was Edwin.

Rosalynn's movements faltered, and her eyes darkened.

"Edwin."