Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of calculation behind her gaze.

After the meal and some time at the Fernandezes’ house, the evening wound down, and everyone dispersed to their homes.

At their residence, Brea directed Elma to take Sheldon for his bath, transitioning the household to quieter evening routines.

“Lyndon, Rosalynn is still in the hospital, and Mrs.

Moreno arrived in Betton yesterday.

Join me tomorrow to visit them,” Brea mentioned casually.

“Of course, Mom,” Lyndon agreed without hesitation.

“Lyndon, come with me to the study,” Barnes summoned, wanting to discuss business matters.

Lyndon nodded and cast a concerned look at Tilda.

“Mom, please keep the conversation light.

Tilda should rest soon; she’s still recovering,” he reminded gently, protective instincts in full display.

Brea raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Oh, relax.

I’m your mother, not some tyrant.

be harsh with your

soft chuckle, reassured, and made his way to

saw a servant approaching with

cup and presented it

the tea

no need for such

I’m far from the stereotypical harsh

with a soft laugh, infused with warmth in her voice, “I felt a bond

.

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interactions, Brea’s open and warm personality was a breath of fresh air

with Brea felt very

tea, looked at

daughter, so for

to be as devoted to you and Barnes as any daughter would be,”

her teacup aside with a graceful motion, her expression softening as she

things between

still not over Rosanna

cast her gaze downward,

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