Valeria's fingers twitched, but she remained silent.

Hutton reached out and tentatively took her hand. "Valeria," he murmured.

Valeria offered no response, her gaze fixed elsewhere.

Lyndon observed the scene quietly. The only thing he cared about was Rosalynn's well-being.

“You must be hungry, Rosalynn," he said. “Why don't you sit down and have some breakfast?"

Rosalynn hadn't felt hungry earlier, but now her stomach protested.

She thanked Lyndon with a grateful nod and settled onto the couch to have a bite.

Hutton turned to Valeria. "Are you hungry?"

Valeria's flat voice finally broke the silence. "I have no appetite. Just need rest." Withdrawing her hand, she lay back down.

Hutton sighed, his hand reaching for hers again. “Valeria, this is all my fault. When you're feeling better, you can yell, hit me, anything. I deserve it."

Taliyah's words echoed in Valeria's mind. They held a grain of truth.

There was a lack of emotional connection between her and Hutton; she was much older than him. They simply weren't compatible.

She had decided to divorce. But for now, she kept to herself. She wouldn't burden Rosalynn with her troubles.

Valeria closed her eyes, resolute in her silence.

Hutton sighed, casting a helpless glance toward Rosalynn.

Rosalynn felt a growing sense of helplessness. Things weren't looking great.

“Hutton, why don't you join me for breakfast?"

Hutton released another sigh and settled onto the couch.

Rosalynn offered him a container of porridge. "There really was nothing between you and Taliyah, right?"

Hearing Rosalynn's question, Hutton quickly lifted his right hand.