Lyndon advised.

"Understood," Kyson acknowledged, casting a final look at Rosalynn before departing.

As the door shut, Lyndon noticed Rosalynn's gaze lingering where Kyson had been.

“Rosa, don't be troubled by him. He isn't a bad person."

Regaining her composure, Rosalynn offered a smile.

“I'm aware. His devotion to Selina is admirable. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy for her."

She pondered how life might have been with the Moreno family, suspecting she and Kyson would have been quite close.

The topic of Selina brought a discernible chill to Lyndon's demeanor.

The thought of Beal sacrificing another's future for his daughter's affluence was repugnant to him.

Years had passed, yet had Beal's conscience not stirred with remorse?

And what of Selina? Was she oblivious to her father's actions, or was she implicated as well?

These contemplations cast a frosty glint in Lyndon's eyes.

Any threat to Rosalynn was a threat to him.

Interrupted by the rumble of his own hunger, Lyndon was jolted back to the present, meeting Rosalynn's gaze.

“Feeling hungry? Should I grab something for you to eat?" she asked with a smile.

"No, thank you," Lyndon replied softly.

“My hunger is there, but my mind is elsewhere, and my appetite has waned. Just stay and chat."

Rosalynn understood and simply offered him a glass of water.

In the Moreno family's house.

Selina discreetly ushered her father aside.