In the ensuing calm, Rosalynn’s thoughts were eerily collected as she pondered the identity of her
assailant.
Peering through the glass at the driver, she recognized no familiar features.
He was an unknown entity, likely acting under orders.
Speculations raced through her mind, but Brylee’s father surfaced as the prime suspect, the only figure
she had conflicts with recently.
Could he be the mastermind of this accident?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHalf an hour later, Brian appeared, Edwin in tow.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Grasping Rosalynn’s hand, he scrutinized her, seeking any signs of injury.
“Are you truly fine?”
“Yes,” she reassured.
His anxiety abated slightly at her affirmation.
“What happened? Keegan mentioned an attempt on your well-being?”
Rosalynn recounted, “Lyndon and I planned to dine near the university.
As he drove to park, a vehicle charged at me. Lyndon maneuvered his car to shield me, sparing me but
incurring grave injuries himself.”
At her words, Brian’s grip tightened, his lips a firm Line.
The reality that she had been seconds away from harm’s way, saved only by Lyndon’s intervention,
echoed a haunting familiarity of past dangers.
At the time, Brylee had lost control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with sulfuric acid, but Barlow
intervened just in time to shield her.
It was his rivals-in-love who unexpectedly became his wife’s savior.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe act left him wrestling with a tumult of emotions.
“Did you get a good look at the driver’s face?” Brian inquired, his voice strained with barely concealed
envy.
Rosalynn paused to think before responding, “His features were a blur, but he seemed to be in his
forties.”
“Do you recognize him?”
“I don’t,” she admitted.
After a brief silence, she added, “Something tells me he was following orders. Could it be Brylee’s
father behind this?”
Brian’s eyes narrowed at the suggestion. Turning to Edwin, he commanded, “Check on this
immediately.”