She sought their pardon, not ready to forfeit their shelter.

To become ordinary again was not an option for her!

Inside the villa's living room, everyone lounged on the sofa, while Gail's gaze remained fixed on Rosalynn.

Feeling shy from the attention, Rosalynn joked, “Mom, I'll turn as red as a rose if you keep looking at me like that.”

Gail chuckled and turned to Brendan.

"Dear, pinch me. I need to know if this is a dream."

Brendan, grinning, pinched his arm instead.

“It's real. You're wide awake," he assured.

Rosalynn watched, laughing softly, as her father, usually so stern, engaged in such playful antics with her mother.

“I never imagined our daughter would be with us again," Brendan said.

Clasping her hands in thanks, Gail expressed, "We are blessed indeed.

And our thanks to Mr. Fuller for caring for our girl."

During their journey home, Gail inquired about Rosalynn's life throughout the years.

Learning of Calvert's kindness towards Rosalyn, she felt profound gratitude.

"Gail, we must tell our parents our daughter is alive," Brendan suggested.

Gail gave a firm nod.

"Absolutely. I wish for everyone, not just our parents, but all to know my daughter is alive and kicking. We'll host a celebration on the finest day to honor her return."

Brendan chimed in, “Indeed, the festivity should be magnificent.”

Overwhelmed by their plans, Rosalynn was deeply touched.

Yet, she believed such extravagance was unnecessary.