Relieved by the softness returning to his eyes, Rosalynn nodded in understanding.

Brian then turned to Noemi with a stern Look.

“Mom, Let's go upstairs so you can pack.”

"Brian"

"Don't speak now," he cut her off firmly.

Silently, Noemi followed him upstairs to gather her belongings.

The room fell silent.

Lyndon, who had been quietly observing the situation, finally spoke up. "Mrs. Moreno, Rosalynn, I apologize. My presence has caused misunderstandings. I'll move out today.”

Gail saw the hesitation in his eyes and nodded her understanding.

"Okay."

She trusted her daughter and Lyndon, but she recognized that the rumors swirling around them made it prudent for Lyndon to leave for the time being.

Once Noemi was packed, Brian escorted her out of the house.

Seated in the car, Brian's expression was set, his lips pressed firmly together, signaling his displeasure.

Noemi, sitting beside him and sensing the tension, finally broke the silence. “Brian, where are you taking me?"

"To a mental hospital," Brian said coldly.

"What did you say? Are you suggesting I should be sent to a mental hospital?" Noemi was shocked.

"I think your behaviors are quite crazy. Shouldn't you be evaluated at a mental hospital?" Brian replied.

Noemi's expression turned stern. "I'm not ill! I'm your mother. Everything I do is for your benefit! You can't treat me this way!"

A flash of anger crossed Brian's eyes. “For my benefit? Do you have any proof that the child Rosalynn is carrying isn't mine?"

“Tom"