"What's the latest, dad?" she inquired anxiously.

Beal reassured her with a comforting pat.

"All is well. The police have attributed it to Darrion's drunkenness. It was a mere traffic accident."

Relieved by the news, Selina exhaled deeply.

“That's the most favorable outcome."

Beal gazed at her, querying, "What's our next move? Rosalynn's presence is a lurking threat, isn't it?"

Selina, peering into the horizon, replied, "Indeed, but for now, we must stay level-headed to evade their attention. Besides, Rosalynn's employment here, coupled with the museum's expansion, provides enough opportunity for an... unfortunate accident, wouldn't you agree?"

Her voice carried a somber tone, her eyes shimmering with a frosty gleam.

Beal's expression brightened as he commended, "Clever as always, my dear daughter."

With a frosty twist to her lips, Selina demanded, "I need you to orchestrate a swap of the test results flawlessly. Any slip-up, and it's game over."

Beal affirmed with a nod.

"Rest assured, I've taken care of it."

With that, Selina gestured for him to attend to his duties.

Alone, she surveyed the grand estate, plucking a crimson rose and idly twirling it between her fingers.

As the apple of the eye of the Moreno family, she would tolerate no threat.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Brian finally came back with the food Lyndon required.

At that moment, Rosalynn sat by Lyndon's side, engaged in gentle conversation.

Lyndon, with a soft smile playing on his lips, observed Rosalynn under the soft glow of the Lamplight, their scene resembling a cozy painting.

Jealousy gnawed at Brian, yet he quelled it and strode through the door, declaring, "Have a taste."

His face etched with displeasure, Lyndon greeted his sour expression with a teasing smile, "Mr. Hughes, your efforts are most commendable.