It was his half-sister calling.

“Hello?”

“Brian, Mom had a car accident! Hurry over."

What?

Brian's face paled.

“I understand. I'll be there soon."

After ending the call, he turned to Debora.

“Grandma, I must leave for Folkava immediately. My mother was in a car accident."

His mother Lived in Folkava year-round.

"Go, of course," Debora encouraged, her expression turning solemn.

“Brian, Let me come with you," Selina offered, her face filled with concern.

“No need. You just returned and must be tired," Brian dismissed, standing up. t's fine. Your mother has always been fond of me. Now that I know she's in trouble, I should visit her," Selina insisted.

Brian remained silent. His gaze fell on Rosalynn and he moved to speak, intending to ask if she would accompany him.

But in the end, he said nothing.

Seeing her still holding a grudge, he swallowed his words. It would be useless to ask.

He grabbed his belongings and left briskly.

Rosalynn watched as the two figures disappeared from view. She balled her hands into fists.

Why didn't he ask her?

She had never met Brian's parents. Now that his mother was in an accident, why didn't he take her to Folkava to see his mother?

Was she not good enough to be his wife?

"Rosalynn, don't misunderstand. Brian and Selina are merely friends,"

Debora said, noticing Rosalynn's long face.