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.

won’t be harsh

and made

a servant approaching with tea and seized the opportunity to

and presented

accepted the tea with a gracious

for such formality,

far from the stereotypical harsh

infused with warmth in her voice, “I

.

.

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few interactions, Brea’s open and warm personality was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual high

with Brea felt very

tea,

had a daughter, so for me,

any daughter

aside with a graceful motion, her

between you

still not over Rosanna and might inadvertently hurt

her gaze downward, her voice

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