“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?