“Rosalyn, I've come to apologize for my father. His age is showing and he did something wrong. Please, find it in your heart to forgive him."

Rosalynn remained silent, finding Selina's apology insincere and having no desire to engage in pretenses with her.

“Brian, Lyndon, farewell," Selina said, noticing Rosalynn's lack of response and struggling to keep her envy at bay as she weakly bid Brian and Lyndon goodbye.

The two men appeared uninterested and offered no reply.

Selina looked down, concealing the chill in her gaze.

"Selina, I'll have the driver give you a ride," Brendan offered.

With a forced smile, Selina expressed her gratitude, "Thank you."

"Selina, allow me to carry your suitcase," Kyson interjected, taking her luggage and accompanying her to the villa's exit.

At the gate, Kyson hesitated to part ways.

"Selina, should you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Understood, I'm off," Selina replied, smiling as she watched the driver load her suitcase and then slid into the car.

The vehicle began its journey, moving slowly away.

As the grandeur of the Moreno estate receded, Selina's grip tightened, and her eyes glinted with an icy resolve.

She vowed to herself, "Rosalynn, this isn't over. I promise to reclaim my place in the Moreno household as a lady of standing!"

Inside, observing Kyson's return, devoid of energy, Gail inquired, "Has Selina departed?"

"Yes," Kyson answered succinctly.

Gail exhaled and shifted the conversation.

"Alright, let's dine. Rosa, after dinner, we'll go shopping," she proposed.

“Sure.”

Rosalynn understood her mother was attempting to compensate for over two decades of absent affection.