“I'll give you a lift."

Rosalynn shot him a glance and nodded. They walked out together.

Meanwhile, in another hospital, a woman lounged on the hospital bed, her left arm in a cast.

She peeped at her phone screen, her face, kind of like Rosalynn's, flashing a faint smirk.

Soon, Brian popped out of the john.

He was tall and solid, his getup of white shirt and black pants keeping it classy.

The woman's eyes sparkled for a second but she got back to business.

Mimicking Rosalynn's vibe, she grinned slightly and handed him the phone.

“Mr. Hughes, your wife rang. Thought she might fret, so I took it.”

Brian glanced at her and snagged the phone, unfazed.

The phone had been in his jacket pocket. He had just washed his hands in the bathroom, leaving his jacket outside.

He wasn't thrilled someone else took his call.

But then, remembering this woman had bailed him out, he swallowed his annoyance.

“Betsy, your hand's banged up. Chill here in the hospital for a day, then head home. The company's got your back, top-notch compensation for wages and medication."

Betsy kept her cool. "Thanks."

Brian snagged his jacket, gave her a nod, and bounced.

Betsy eased back on the hospital bed, peeping him leave. Her vibe went icy, a complete one hundred and eighty degrees from her previous cheer.

She scooped up her phone, switched to selfie mode and checked out her face. She looked kind of like Rosalynn, brimming with envy and spite. One day, she'd use this face to reel Brian back in. She was determined.

Outside, Brian dipped from the hospital and hit up Rosalynn as soon as he hopped in his ride.

Once she picked up, he flashed a grin. "Hey love, was that you on the phone just now?"