At that moment, Brendan appeared, hastening back.

All eyes turned toward him.

Brendan advanced rapidly, his breathing erratic, and was met with a chorus of greetings.

Brendan gave an absent nod, his eyes riveted on Rosalynn's visage, excitement and incredulity etched across his face.

Could she really be the daughter he believed to be dead years ago?

It struck him why she seemed so familiar the first time they met; she bore a striking resemblance to his wife in her youth.

“Brendan, Rosa is indeed our daughter," Gail announced through teary eyes as her husband walked through the door.

Embracing her, Brendan's gaze remained locked on Rosalyn.

“Rosa, my child."

Rosalynn's lips quivered as she uttered, “Dad.”

“Such a good girl," Brendan responded, his head bobbing in acknowledgment.

He enveloped her in his arms, his usually stoic eyes brimming with tears.

It was yet another moment of reunion.

Yet, happiness for one often spelled heartache for another.

Selina's lips trembled as she glanced towards Beal.

Catching her worried gaze, Beal understood her silent plea.

He gave a subtle nod and a reassuring look.

He had orchestrated everything for his daughter's sake and would not let her be ensnared by his actions.

After a short while, Brendan released Rosalynn and faced Beal.

“Beal, did you truly take my daughter away?"