While Rosalynn was tidying moments ago, Valeria's words kept replaying in her head.

Did men truly often follow their desires? The question sparked an unexpected wave of frustration within her.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to shake off the unsettling idea.

She reminded herself to have faith in Brian, to trust in his integrity. She knew that wasn't like him. She refused to let doubt creep in.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

It snapped her out of her thoughts, prompting her to rise and answer the door.

Brian stood outside.

Rosalynn scowled as she yanked the door open, avoiding his gaze as she stepped inside.

Furrowing his brow, Brian reached out and gently clasped her hand, his eyes scanning her with concern.

“Honey, what's going on? Why the sudden trip back to Wragos?" he asked.

His voice held genuine worry. Rosalynn finally looked up at him.

Despite his ruggedly handsome appearance, his eyes were bloodshot.

It looked like he had had a sleepless night.

Rosalynn suddenly realized she was overthinking.

Considering Brian's busyness, she scolded herself for thinking of stirring up unnecessary conflict.

So she wrapped her arms around his sturdy frame, burying her head against his chest. Her words came out slightly muffled.

"Valeria had a miscarriage," she murmured softly.

Brian's hand paused its gentle caress through her hair.

"Miscarriage? How did it happen?"

"It's really difficult to say."