Instantly, a servant dashed forward, lifting Selina into his arms and hurrying towards the villa.

“Dad, mom, Selina has passed out." Kyson's voice was thick with worry.

The assembly in the living room swiveled their attention towards him.

“Take her to her room," Gail commanded.

“Mom, we should have a doctor examine her," Kyson implored.

“I will look after her."

Gail's reply was cut short as Rosalynn rose, offering her assistance.

The servant brought Selina to her room, with Gail and Rosalynn trailing behind while others remained below.

Surveying the room, Rosalynn admired the pink hues, both whimsical and serene. The decor and furnishings spoke of elegance and Luxury.

Clearly, Selina was cherished by the Moreno couple as if she were their own daughter.

This was the life stolen by Selina.

And now, it awaited return to its rightful owner.

The servant gently laid Selina upon the bed before departing.

Rosalynn perched on the bed's edge, checking Selina's pulse.

Gail stood by, observing Selina's ashen countenance with a deep exhale.

She couldn't fathom why Beal would commit such an act. Even if Selina were not her flesh and blood, she would harbor no less affection.

"It's merely the rain and her turmoil that have overwhelmed her. Her condition is not grave."

Rosalynn removed her hand and stood.

"Mom, have someone attend to her drenched clothes. I shall treat her with acupuncture, and she shall awaken."

Upon this, Gail assented and sought a servant for the task.