“She reminds me so much of you when you were younger," Brendan said.

Gail's face softened.

"I thought so, too. Do you think... If our daughter were still alive, do you think she would have looked Like Rosalynn?"

Her voice quivered with a hint of sadness and regret.

Brendan knew that his wife was once again thinking of the daughter they had lost. He drew her closer, letting his warmth bring her comfort.

Outside, Rosalynn spoke to a servant and came to the sports field.

She saw two figures from afar chasing after each other on the field.

It was the first time she saw Brian play basketball.

He jumped up and then shot the ball into the hoop.

What a clean move.

Rosalynn raised her eyebrows, her traitorous heart skipping a beat.

She couldn't deny that he looked really attractive playing sports.

With how well he played, one could almost mistake him for a pro.

Her gaze fell on Lyndon next. He was heaving, his face slightly pale, and his hands propped up on his legs. He didn't look too well.

Rosalynn's smile froze. She quickly walked over to them to check the situation.

But the two just resumed their match, grabbing rebounds again.

The ball was in Lyndon's hand. Brian elbowed him, stealing the ball the next moment and finishing up with a jump shot in one fluid motion.

Rosalynn frowned at Brian's actions.

This time, Lyndon wobbled, falling to the ground the next moment.

His face was covered in sweat, a sick pallor cast on his skin.