Seeing his mother rubbing her temples on the sofa, Brian's heart sank with sadness.

He loosened a button on his shirt and sat beside her, taking her hand, ready for a heartfelt discussion.

“Mom, I know you mean well. You want me to be happy, right?"

Noemi clasped his hand in return. "Son, I was just trying to rectify my past mistakes. I did everything for your best interest."

Brian nodded and said, “I get that. But you should know that being with Rosalynn makes me happy. If you truly want to make amends, please live your life and stay out of my marriage, okay?"

Hearing this, Noemi's emotions surged once again.

“Brian, Rosalynn isn't right for you. You'll be mocked if you stay with her! Please, listen to me. She needs to have an abortion. You two should get divorced!"

Brian's lips pressed into a thin line as he said nothing, his intense gaze fixed on his mother.

His deep eyes seemed to churn with a storm, mysterious and foreboding.

Under his unrelenting stare, Noemi felt slightly guilty. Her head seemed to be hammered, splitting with pain.

She rubbed her temples and pleaded, “Brian, stop it. I have a headache."

Disappointment flickered in Brian's eyes. He said with finality, "Mom, I'll say it for the last time. If you want me to continue recognizing you as my mother, you must stop hurting Rosalynn. Otherwise, I'll sever our ties."

Noemi paused, looking up at him with a mix of anger and sorrow.

“Brian, “Have a rest. I'll take you back to Wragos tomorrow."

Brian stood up and left abruptly, the door slamming shut behind him, the sound echoing painfully in Noemi's ears.

She was struck by the reality that her son was on the brink of disowning her.

What had she done? Had she nearly caused the death of her own grandchild? Why would she commit such a cruel act?

Was she truly losing her mind? That couldn't be; she had been consistently medicated and under psychological care.

A wave of panic swept over her. Hastily, she retrieved a bottle of anti-depressants from her bag and swallowed two pills to stabilize herself.

Once calmer, she picked up her phone and texted her doctor.