Rosalynn shared the story of Rosanna with Brian.

He listened intently, musing over the new information.

“Rosanna? Her name also contains ‘Rosa‘?"

“That's correct, Mrs. Moreno mentioned Rosanna bore a resemblance to me," Rosalynn explained.

A flash of insight crossed Brian's eyes, recalling his initial encounter with Lyndon.

It made sense. Lyndon had clung to Rosalynn's hand ever since she had saved him.

Was it possible he saw in her the shadow of his departed love?

Was Lyndon transferring his old affections onto Rosalynn?

“I must solidify your identity as my wife."

Rosalynn sensed the embrace around her waist tighten.

Rosalynn questioned, "But why?"

Brian teased, “People often fall in love and marry their saviors. See?

You once saved me and I made you my wife. Perhaps Lyndon wants to do the same."

Rosalynn was at a loss for words.

Before she could respond, Brian playfully probed, "Honey, who else have you rescued? I'm curious about the number of my rivals-in-love."

Rosalynn stayed quiet, unsure how to react.

She had to admit Brian's imagination was really running wild.

They walked into the VIP ward to find Lyndon propped against his bed, absorbed in his laptop work.

Rosalynn's brow furrowed with concern.

“Lyndon, this is your second head injury. Can't you take your recovery seriously?"