Before she could dwell further on her observations, Brian’s voice interrupted her reverie.


    “Betsy, this is my wife, Rosalynn,” he introduced.


    “She Learned about your injury through me and took the time to prepare some soup to visit you.


    ”


    As it transpired, Brian had apanied Rosalynn because she had expressed a desire toe, not solely to share a meal with Betsy.


    Observing the slight shift in Betsy’s expression, Rosalynn maintained herposure, feigning tranquility.


    “Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you,” Betsy acknowledged.


    “It’s no trouble at all.


    The soup wasn’t exclusively made for you.


    ” Rosalynn rified with a calm demeanor.


    “Coincidentally, a friend of mine was also recovering from an injury, so I prepared some chicken soup for her and thought to share it with you.


    ”


    Rosalynn’s attire, a long white dress paired with a matching cardigan, exuded elegance.


    Her presence radiated a serene yet dignified aura.


    Struggling to hide her envy, Betsy shed a tight-lipped smile and said, “Thanks, Mrs.


    Hughes.


    ”


    Rosalynn grinned, shooting a quick nce at Edwin.


    Edwin caught her drift, scooping up a bowl of soup from a food container and passing it on.


    Rosalynn passed it to Betsy with a nod.


    “Eat it while it’s warm.


    ”


    “Appreciate it.


    ”


    Betsy fought the urge to push her away, offering another word of thanks before taking a bite.


    Rosalynn hovered near the bed, eyeing Betsy up and down.


    From afar, she couldn’t see clearly.


    But now up close, she noticed Betsy had wless, natural-looking makeup on.


    It seemed like she’d dressed up knowing Brian would swing by.


    Despite being a patient, she wore makeup and revealing clothes.


    It was clear to anyone with some sense what her intentions were.


    Rosalynn smiled warmly.


    “Miss Ruiz, my husband mentioned you look a lot like me, and I was curious to see the resemnce for myself.


    Now that I see you, I must admit, we do look quite simr.


    ”


    After a moment, she asked, “So, have you had any cosmetic surgery?”


    Betsy paused, her spoon suspended mid-air, before answering with a serene smile.


    “Yes, I have,” she admitted.


    “A car ident left me with a face that needed fixing.


    ”


    Learning Betsy had had cosmetic surgery, Rosalynn’s gaze shifted slightly.Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.


    “I understand now.


    Your transformation is quite intriguing.


    ”