Noemi hesitated before continuing, "I've seen Rosalynn and Lyndon together several times. They didn't come back home at night a few days ago. Isn't that proof enough? I'm certain they're having an affair."

Brian's expression grew even grimmer. “You need concrete evidence. What you're suggesting isn't sufficient. Did you actually see them being intimate?"

Noemi was at a loss for words. She frowned and remained silent.

Brian's tone was cold. "Mom, you need solid proof to accuse Rosalynn. You can't just assume the baby isn't mine and push for her miscarriage based on suspicions. What if you find out later that the child was indeed mine, but you've already forced her to terminate my child? Would you not live with regret and guilt?"

At his words, a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes. What was she doing? How could she try to make Rosalynn miscarry?

She quickly denied it. It must be Rosalynn's fault. That child couldn't be Brian's. But...

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her temples. With a frown, she clutched her head in pain.

"Brian, please don't scold me. My head is in great pain."

Brian glanced at her and noticed her pale face. He fought to control his anger and maintain his composure.

"Mom, have you been seeing your therapist regularly lately?"

It seemed her depression was getting worse.

Not only had her depression deepened, but she also appeared to be experiencing delusions.

This was troubling.

"I have," Noemi replied, rubbing her temples. She frowned and looked dreadful.

After a pause, Brian said again, "I'LL take you to a hotel for now. Tomorrow, we'll head back to Wragos together, and I'll take you to your old therapist."

She had been seeing her current therapist for a while, but there hadn't been any improvement in her condition, suggesting that the treatment might not be effective.

He decided it would be best to consult a therapist who had previously treated her condition.

If it turned out there was a serious problem with her mental health, he might have no choice but to consider psychiatric hospitalization.

Noemi frowned and seemed resistant, but ultimately she didn't object.

Brian then took her to the Owmale Hotel and booked a suite. He contacted a therapist he knew and set an appointment for the next afternoon.