“This is not mere nonsense. Feel free to put it to the test,” Rosalynn shot back.

“Do not dare to display your arrogance and dominance in front of me ever again. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to ensure you live the life of a perpetual mistress. You will never become Brian's wife!"

With those words hanging in the air, Rosalynn turned on her heels and walked away.

Eleanor's face contorted, a mix of emotions swirling within her.

Could it be true? Had Brian really gotten married?

Was Rosalynn truly Brian's wife?

How could this even be possible?

What on earth were they playing at?

Rosalynn trudged out of the hospital in a weak state.

She looked around at the bustling crowds, her mind an utter mess.

Her phone hadn't stopped vibrating since earlier, with several of her close friends trying to get a hold of her.

Rosalynn was upset and exhausted. And furious, too. She muted her phone and hailed a taxi to take her home.

As soon as she entered the building, she ran into Brian, who was rushing out while talking on the phone.

He frowned as their gazed locked. He was in his business suit, looking as noble and debonair as usual.

Rosalynn's hands balled into fists. She looked away and strode past him without a word.

Brian acted quickly, grabbing her arm as she passed by.

“Rosalynn..."

“Congratulations! Apparently, you're going to be a father!"

Rosalynn flung his hand away and spat the words at his face.

She knew!

Brian pressed his lips together and took a deep breath.

“Just give me some time. I'LL take care of this."