They entered the villa's foyer together, one after the other.

Inside the living room, the air was thick with tension.

Rosalynn and Gail were seated on one side, and Noemi sat across from them.

“Mom, Rose," Brian greeted as he sat beside Rosalynn.

Lyndon entered and nodded to everyone.

Noticing their somber expressions, he chose to remain silent, sensing the tension in the room.

"Honey, is the baby alright?" Brian asked, his voice laced with concern.

"It's fine," Rosalynn replied, her voice steady now.

Brian looked at his mother and asked gravely, "Mom, what happened here?"

Before Noemi could respond, Gail interjected, "Brian, it was a close call. Rosalynn nearly miscarried. Do you know what your mother did? She added a substance that could cause miscarriage to the chicken soup!"

A look of disbelief washed over Brian's face.

He quickly turned to Rosalynn and asked, "You didn't consume it, did you?"

Rosalynn shook her head. "No, if Silvia hadn't accidentally served a bowl to Teddy, causing her to miscarry, it would have been me."

Brian grasped her hand tightly, his gaze then shifted to Noemi with a furrowed brow. "Mom, why would you do such a thing?"

“Brian, that child isn't yours. It's the result of her affair with Lyndon, I couldn't just watch her deceive you," Noemi asserted defiantly.

Lyndon, taken aback by the accusation, responded sternly, "Mrs. Hughes, please be cautious with your accusations. There is absolutely nothing between Rosalynn and me. Your claims are unfounded."

Noemi glared at him and accused, “Don't play innocent with me. You've been living here, making it easy to carry on with her. How could there be nothing happening between you two with all the secret meetings?"

Lyndon's expression grew even darker, stunned by Noemi's baseless allegations.

It became clear why Brian had previously been so stern with him.

Noemi's reckless accusations had nearly endangered Rosalynn and her child.