Kyson and Selina rushed to his side.

Lyndon just quirked his lips, remaining silent.

With a steely expression, Brian muttered, “Clumsy fool."

Rosalynn, after checking Lyndon's pulse and hearing Brian's remark, looked at him with reprimanding eyes.

Without a word of rebuke, her gaze said it all.

The irritation in Brian's chest swelled.

Rosalynn helped Lyndon to his feet, cautioning, "You're lucky it's just exhaustion. Don't underestimate your health. Rest up, or you'll be ill again."

Lyndon nodded in gratitude.

"Thanks."

His look was gentle and yielding.

Brian's lips tightened into a severe line, his annoyance palpable.

He drew Rosalynn into a firm embrace and said icily, "Let's go."

Brian accused him inwardly of faking sickness for attention.

Feeling moody, Brian gripped her even closer.

Rosalynn could only sense the crushing embrace tightening around her, causing discomfort.

She grimaced and tugged at his arm.

“Just walk. There's no need to hold me."

Brian peered at her, asserting, "I can embrace my wife anytime I wish."

Inwardly scoffing, Rosalynn looked up at him.

“Am I just a plaything to you?"