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?