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

chuckle, reassured, and made

momentarily self-conscious in the family dynamics, saw a servant approaching

cup and presented

tea

need for such formality,

I’m far from the

a soft laugh, infused with warmth in her voice,

.

.

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and warm personality was a breath of fresh air compared to the

felt very effortless

her tea, looked

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

devoted to you and Barnes as any daughter would be,” Tilda vowed earnestly, embracing her

aside with a graceful motion, her expression softening as

are things between you and

feared her son was still not over Rosanna

her gaze downward, her voice low but

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