"Yes," Brian confirmed. "I took her to the Owmale Hotel. Tomorrow, I'll escort her back to Wragos and arrange for her to see the psychologist she used to see."

As Rosalynn washed her hands, she couldn't help but ask, "Do you also suspect she's dealing with mental health issues?"

The events of the day had been jarring, prompting Rosalynn to consider if Noemi's troubles extended beyond mere depression.

"Yes." Brian's expression remained serious. "I'll consult the psychologist tomorrow and see what they have to say. If my mother's mental state is indeed concerning, I'll arrange for her to receive treatment at a psychiatric hospital."

Rosalynn stopped washing her hands and shut off the tap as Brian fetched a tissue from his pocket to dry her hands.

Gazing at his handsome features, Rosalynn pondered silently before finally speaking. "Did she give any reason for believing our child wasn't yours?"

Brian recounted, "She claimed to have witnessed you and Lyndon meeting late at night on multiple occasions. A few days ago, when you and Lyndon didn't return overnight, she concluded the child couldn't be mine."

Rosalynn's eyes widened slightly at this revelation. "Just because of that?" she echoed incredulously.

Brian nodded in agreement. "I find it hard to believe myself. While my mother can be stubborn, this level of irrationality seems out of character for her."

Actually, Rosalynn shared the same sentiment.

Such behavior seemed beyond the realm of normalcy, hinting at deeper underlying issues. But Noemi had appeared perfectly normal recently.

Could Noemi's sudden outburst be triggered solely by witnessing her and Lyndon together on several occasions?

"Well, let me handle it. Don't dwell on it too much," Brian reassured Rosalynn as he held her close and gently caressed her belly.

He felt grateful that nothing dreadful occurred to their baby, fervently hoping for the safety and well-being of their child.

Rosalynn snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at Brian's slender fingers, her red Lips pursed.

Fortunately, she did not consume the soup that Noemi had spiked.

Otherwise, she shuddered to consider the ramifications for their future.

“Brian, shouldn't you do something to make it up to Teddy?" Rosalynn suggested, acknowledging Teddy's role in having suffered for her.

Brian appeared momentarily stunned before nodding. “Yes, that's only fair," he agreed.

With a playful roll of her eyes, Rosalynn proposed, “Well, why don't you stay here and keep Teddy company tonight?"