The thought of anyone harming his beloved was unbearable.

If he didn't revenge for his wife, he wouldn't be worthy to be her husband.

Rosalynn paused to take a drink of water before saying, “Unless the driver admits there's more to the crash than his drunk driving, our hands are tied."

Clearly, the driver's reckless audacity stemmed from promises of Beal's favors.

His life was nearing its end. There was no incentive for him to confess.

Brian's gaze held a frosty edge, yet a crafty grin played across his Lips.

"Money does wonders, doesn't it?"

Rosalyn, caught off guard, looked at him, her face a canvas of questions.

Brian affectionately tousled her hair, his own smile emerging.

“Honey, don't you trust me?"

Rosalynn's reply hung in the air as she weighed her thoughts.

“Brian, given that Selina once saved your life, can you truly turn her away if she pleads for her father?"

She understood Brian's nature. Resolute in business but fiercely loyal to his circle.

Selina had been his first love and even saved him one, and to dismiss her might leave an indelible scar, a source of eternal remorse.

This wasn't the outcome Rosalynn had hoped for.

"Rosa, I've already made it clear. You're my priority," Brian affirmed, his hands pressing gently on her shoulders as he held her gaze.

“I've caused you pain before. I refuse to repeat those mistakes."

She alone had the power to sway him.

His earnest eyes struck a chord within Rosalynn.

Her defenses began to crumble as she peered into his deep, earnest eyes.