Lyndon's eyes narrowed.

"Back when that unfortunate incident befell Mrs. Moreno's daughter, she collapsed from sorrow. Her husband was preoccupied with her care, leaving Beal to handle the child's funeral arrangements. Yet, the baby girl was alive at the time, wasn't she?

And Beal, rather than informing them, secretly sent her away?"

His speculation had a ring of plausibility to it. Rosalynn, her fingers tensely curled, felt a chill at the thought of human malevolence.

Perhaps Beal orchestrated this for Selina's sake.

Without Rosalynn, Selina had become the apple of the eye of the Moreno heir, had she not?

"It's highly probable that the car accident was orchestrated by Beal's doing. He feared the resurgence of Rosa's true identity, her reclaiming her rightful place. He dreaded the revelation of his past misdeeds."

Lyndon's expression was frosty as he inquired of Brian, “Mr. Hughes, how do you intend to handle this? Being Selina's father, will you protect him if he's implicated?"

Brian met Lyndon's intense gaze, his arm protectively encircling Rosalynn's shoulders.

"Rosalynn is my beloved wife. Any who dare harm her shall not be forgiven by me."

His voice was laden with gravity, his eyes glinting with a frigid gleam.

Lyndon regarded him briefly before arching his brows.

"I've been told you've upset Rosa. Tell me, how do you plan to atone?"

Brian found himself at a loss for words.

Why did this man incessantly fan the flames?

"The quarrel is ours alone. Concern yourself not. We'll address it privately, just the two of us."

Lyndon turned to Rosalynn, advising, "Rosa, you mustn't show leniency to anyone who hurt you, regardless of their identity!"

Brian was left speechless once more.

Still, Lyndon was bent on driving a wedge between them!

Since Lyndon had once saved Rosalynn, Brian held his peace.