Before long, the bodyguard emerged, motioning for Rosalynn to proceed.

With an air of nonchalance, Rosalynn stepped into the ward, bracing herself for what Lay ahead.

In the confines of the ward, Eleanor sat on the sofa, indulging in a hearty breakfast. By her side stood Moira, idly waiting.

Spotting Rosalynn‘s arrival, Eleanor gestured for Moira to step out momentarily, granting them privacy.

“Rosalynn, what brings you here? Have you seen the news?" Eleanor held her chin high as she delicately dabbed her lips with a towel.