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

reassured, and made his

approaching with tea

the cup and

accepted the tea with a gracious

no need for such formality,

from the

a soft laugh, infused with warmth in her voice, “I felt a bond with you from our very

.

.

Library

was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual

Brea felt

her tea, looked

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

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

graceful motion,

are things between you

feared her son was still not over Rosanna and might inadvertently hurt Tilda’s

downward, her voice low but

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