Evelyn strolled back to Rosa's courtyard, replaying the last time in her head when Charles had managed to waltz into her room despite her locking the door.

Determined, she sought out Rosa, linking her arm with hers and playfully pleading, "Rosa, can I crash with you tonight?"

"Of course, sweetheart. I'd love that," Rosa replied, affectionately patting Evelyn's head.

That night, Evelyn cozied up beside Rosa, her presence bringing a comforting peace that soon lulled her to sleep. Rosa, being older, was a light sleeper. Under the gentle glow of the night lamp, she watched Evelyn, who had always been so fond of her. Rosa felt genuine warmth from Evelyne. She's not like Sena, who, despite calling her "Grandma," kept her distance because the natural signs of aging bothered her.

Rosa's gaze softened with affection as she watched Evelyn sleep.

Late at night, Charles found himself outside Evelyn's empty room, his expression clouding over. She was avoiding him.

The next morning, Evelyn and Rosa, arm in arm, entered the dining room. Charles was already seated at the table.

"Morning, Grandma," Charles greeted.

However, she knew better than to meddle in affairs of the heart and

him. On mornings when Charles wasn't tied up with social engagements, he usually joined Rosa for breakfast, and the TV would be tuned to the

victims had come forward with undeniable evidence against him. Despite the blurred face and name, Evelyn recognized him instantly as that man. Memories from the previous night flooded

he sure did-Michael was facing serious consequences now. For a family like the Robinsons, reputation was everything, and she assumed Brooks would go easy on him. Justice was served and it gave

news intently.

breakfast's ready,"

sitting next to Rosa, directly across from Charles. She felt Charles' eyes on her and shot him a cold

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rose, too, interrupting Rosa's plans to arrange a ride for Evelyn.

shot back. She did not want anything to do

noted her discomfort and signaled Tony to arrange her transportation. "It's fine, Grandma. Brooks is picking

deepened at the mention of Brooks while Rosa seemed pleased. "Alright, dear. Tell Brooks he's welcome

making a beeline for the door, determined not to give Charles a moment to corner her. His

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