Betsy’s family, who lived outside Wragos, were unable to arrive in time.


    That night, Carson, Aldrich’s cousin, handled an urgent transfer procedure for Betsy, sending her to Betton for treatment.


    Because her face was severely injured and wrapped in white gauze, her family never saw her face when they arrived to care for her.


    They only noticed a significant change in her character, as she seemed to regard them as strangers.


    After a week, Carson arranged for cosmetic surgery for her, and her family left with arge amount ofpensation from thepany.


    Seeing the woman approaching, Brian’s eyes darkened with suspicion.


    Was this woman really Betsy?


    “What’s the matter?” Brian asked.


    Betsy stood in front of him, her expression serious.


    “Mr.


    Hughes, I heard that you were dismissed?”


    Brian looked at her for a moment.


    Without responding, he turned and opened the door, stepping out into the parking lot.


    Betsy hurried after Brian.


    “Mr.


    Hughes, I know you’re not devoid ofpassion.


    You’re simply caught in a difficult situation between your mother and your wife.


    Those online critics fail to see the truth.


    On the rooftop, you made effort to save your mother, risking your own safety in the process.


    But they choose to turn a blind eye to that.


    ”


    Brian remained tight-lipped, his expression unreadable, as he made his way towards his car.


    Suddenly, a horde of reporters descended upon them, brandishing their cameras and bombarding Brian with questions.


    “Mr.


    Hughes, is it true that you’ve resigned as CEO?”


    “Mr.


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    “Mr.


    Hughes, do you regret your decision now?”


    “Mr.


    Hughes, how could you not have stopped your mother, the woman who raised you, from jumping off the building?”


    The barrage of inquiries was relentless, and Brian found himself engulfed in a suffocating whirlwind of microphones and shing lights.


    His silence only seemed to fuel the reporters’ persistence.


    Meanwhile, Edwin attempted to clear a path through the crowd, gesturing frantically for the reporters to give Brian some space.


    But their numbers were overwhelming.


    On the other side, Betsy’s eyes darted around as she nned her next course of action.


    With a determined push, she forcibly removed a male reporter from Brian’s vicinity.


    “Please show some respect.


    Mr.


    Hughes’ mother is gravely ill.


    Your words are only adding to his distress!”


    With that, she took hold of Brian’s arm and began to guide him towards the waiting car, pushing aside the reporters in their path.


    Brian felt a twinge of difort as he noticed Betsy’s hand firmly holding his own, but he resisted the urge to pull away, maintaining hisposure.


    The reporter Betsy had pushed earlier regained his microphone and aggressively pressed forward.


    “Who are you to Mr.


    Hughes? You appear to be an employee of the Hughes Group.


    You bear a strong resemnce to Mr.


    Hughes’ wife.


    Are you his confidante?”