Suddenly, a figure made his way through the crowd.

"Selina."

It was Kyson's voice!

Through her tears, Selina felt Kyson's hands gently lifting her.

“Selina, are you hurt?" Kyson's face etched with concern.

“No, I'm okay." Selina mustered a weak smile.

With a stern look at the reporters, Kyson commanded, “Make way!"

Respect for his status moved the crowd, and they parted.

With Kyson's safeguard, Selina advanced, a wave of relief washing over her.

She lifted her gaze to find Lyndon a short distance away, his face devoid of emotion.

With eyes still red, Selina greeted him with a feeble smile, "Lyndon."

Silent, Lyndon turned to Kyson.

“Let's go inside. The celebration's about to start."

Kyson agreed, "Sure, Selina, join us."

She yearned to accompany them, yet in Kyson's presence, she feigned reluctance.

“I won't be attending, Kyson."

His brow creased in confusion.

"Why not?"

“I just..."

Selina's voice trailed off, her facade of frailty momentarily faltering.