Rosalynn's attire, a long white dress paired with a matching cardigan, exuded elegance.

Her presence radiated a serene yet dignified aura.

Struggling to hide her envy, Betsy flashed a tight-lipped smile and said, "Thanks, Mrs. Hughes."

Rosalynn grinned, shooting a quick glance at Edwin.

Edwin caught her drift, scooping up a bowl of soup from a food container and passing it on.

Rosalynn passed it to Betsy with a nod.

“Eat it while it's warm."

“Appreciate it."

Betsy fought the urge to push her away, offering another word of thanks before taking a bite.

Rosalynn hovered near the bed, eyeing Betsy up and down.

From afar, she couldn't see clearly. But now up close, she noticed Betsy had flawless, natural-looking makeup on.

It seemed like she'd dressed up knowing Brian would swing by.

Despite being a patient, she wore makeup and revealing clothes. It was clear to anyone with some sense what her intentions were.

Rosalynn smiled warmly. “Miss Ruiz, my husband mentioned you look a lot like me, and I was curious to see the resemblance for myself. Now that I see you, I must admit, we do look quite similar."

After a moment, she asked, "So, have you had any cosmetic surgery?"

Betsy paused, her spoon suspended mid-air, before answering with a serene smile. "Yes, I have," she admitted. "A car accident left me with a face that needed fixing."

Learning Betsy had had cosmetic surgery, Rosalynn's gaze shifted slightly. "I understand now. Your transformation is quite intriguing."

Betsy could have chosen to get cosmetic surgery to resemble anyone.

So why did she chose to look so much like her?

"When the doctor asked how I wanted to look, I couldn't really put it into words. I just wanted to look less, you know, terrible. So the doctor crafted my appearance to match my bone structure."