Brian prompted, exiting the vehicle. He adjusted his clothes before gently linking his arm with Rosalynn's as they made their way into the hospital.

Following closely behind, Edwin trailed with a thermos in hand.

Upon reaching the fourth-floor ward where Betsy resided, Edwin courteously opened the door, allowing them entry.

Inside, Betsy's anticipation was palpable, her eyes alight with hope.

“Has Mr. Hughes arrived?" she inquired eagerly upon spotting Edwin.

"Yes," Edwin confirmed, stepping aside to usher them in.

Betsy's expression blossomed with delight, prompting her to fix her hair and summon what she believed to be her warmest smile to greet Brian.

However, her expression froze in place upon seeing Rosalynn at Brian's side, their arms entwined. Why was Rosalynn here?

In that moment, Rosalynn's attention shifted towards the woman resting on the bed, a subtle flutter stirring within her heart.

The woman's features bore a striking resemblance to her own, especially when she had been smiling just moments before.

If one didn't know better, they might have mistaken them for sisters.

A myriad of thoughts raced through Rosalynn's mind. Should she consider asking her mother if there was ever mention of another lost daughter?

As her gaze gradually lowered, pausing at Betsy's chest, she noticed the hospital gown with two buttons undone, offering a glimpse of cleavage.

Rosalynn's eyes flickered with an unusual gleam. Was it unusually warm today? Did Betsy really need the gown to be unbuttoned in such a manner?

Before she could dwell further on her observations, Brian's voice interrupted her reverie. "Betsy, this is my wife, Rosalynn," he introduced. “She learned about your injury through me and took the time to prepare some soup to visit you."

As it transpired, Brian had accompanied Rosalynn because she had expressed a desire to come, not solely to share a meal with Betsy.

Observing the slight shift in Betsy's expression, Rosalynn maintained her composure, feigning tranquility.

“Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you," Betsy acknowledged.

"It's no trouble at all. The soup wasn't exclusively made for you."

Rosalynn clarified with a calm demeanor. "Coincidentally, a friend of mine was also recovering from an injury, so I prepared some chicken soup for her and thought to share it with you."