Rosalynn's breath hitched in her throat. She could only watch in panic as Brian approached.

At this rate, she might really not be able to hide the truth any ‘longer.

“I'm here, Grandma," Brian called out.

Then he caught sight of Rosalynn, and his steps faltered. He looked stunned to see her there.

“Rosalynn? What are you doing here?”

Rosalynn darted a nervous glance at Debora.

Debora scowled at her grandson, shot up to her feet and slapped a folder on the coffee table.

“She has every right to be here! Take a Look for yourself."

Brian gingerly took the file, confusion written all over his face.

Inside the file was the marriage certificate.

The photo...

Brian's grip tightened as he stared at the man and woman looking up at him.

He had known at first glance that it was his marriage certificate.

But why was Rosalynn listed as his wife?

He had been so against the marriage that he hadn't even bothered to participate in their registration.

Hence, he had no idea what his wife Looked Like.

His only impression of her came from the first time they had ever met.

At the time, she had worn a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses and had full bangs that hung down to her eyebrows. He recalled her having a lot of pimples, too.

She didn't have much of a presence, either, so he simply took a tentative glance at her and stormed away.

But now...

Brian's chest heaved as the implications sank in.

His heard jerked up, his eyes zeroing in on Rosalynn. This time, his gaze was filled with shock and joy.