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

reassured, and made his way to the

servant approaching with tea

quickly took the cup and presented it to

tea with a gracious

no need for such

me, I’m far from the stereotypical

infused with warmth in her voice,

.

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

with Brea felt very effortless

tea,

had a daughter, so for me, my daughter-in-law

to be as devoted to you and Barnes as any daughter would be,” Tilda vowed earnestly, embracing her new family role with open

graceful motion, her expression

things between you and

not over Rosanna and might

her gaze downward,

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