Lisa hissed and walked towards the exit. "Where are you headed to?" Grandma Creston asked, concern etched on her face.Lisa scoffed, her voice laced with anger. "What kind of mother do you think I am, that I would sit at home while my son is in the hospital?" She spat the words, her eyes blazing with determination.Bryan interjected, his voice calm but firm. "I'm going there soon, I don't think you should."Lisa's response was immediate, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You will not tell me what to do with my child, is that alright?" She snarled, her eyes flashing with defiance, as she continued towards the exit, leaving Bryan and Grandma Creston in a tense silence."I don't trust her a bit, what if she did something harmful to Sam, now that he has lost his memory?" Bryan thought to himself, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He couldn't shake off this feeling, so he decided to take action."Aunty Ellen, did you want to see Sam? We can go there together," he said, trying to s

"Hey Bryan, where's Betty?" Grandma Creston asked, her eyes sparkling with a hint of concern, her voice warm and gentle. Bryan's face went blank, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape from the question. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was speechless, unsure of how to break the news to his grandmother. "Betty!" he finally uttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Oh... we had an argument, and she left in a taxi." The words spilled out, followed by a heavy silence. Grandma Creston's face fell, her expression a mix of disappointment and worry. Her eyes, once sparkling with warmth, now seemed to hold a deep concern. "How can you let her go without even attempting to stop her, Bryan?" she asked, her voice laced with a gentle reprimand. "You know how fragile she is, and now she's out there alone, upset, and who knows where?" Bryan shifted uncomfortably, his eyes dropping in shame, as he struggled to find the right words. "I know, Grandma, I'm sor

Bryan knew she might refuse to go home if she found out her mom was there, and it was already late at night. He knew he had to face the consequences of lying again, but he made up his mind to bear them. "Are you sure you're not lying to me?" she asked, her voice hinting at suspicion. "Why did you sound like there's one more thing you want to tell me?" Bryan chuckled softly, trying to downplay the situation."Let's just go home, Betty," he said, holding out his hand to hers. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and together they left, hand in hand, into the night.As they walked to Bryan's car, the silence between them was palpable. Bryan knew he had to tell her the truth eventually, but he was scared of losing her. He had already lied to her once, and he didn't want to hurt her again.When they got into the car, Betty turned to him and said, "I know you're hiding something from me, Bryan. I can see it in your eyes."Bryan took a deep breath and decided to come clean. "I was going

Bryan approached Betty's room, concerned about her well-being. As he entered, he found her gazing at her father's framed picture, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes pleaded with the image, "Please, Dad, be okay for me. I want to be with you. I can't bear a life without you." Her voice cracked as she sobbed, "If only you were here, that woman wouldn't have stepped her legs here."Bryan's heart ached seeing Betty's distress. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and slowly walked closer to her. He wanted to offer comfort and support in this difficult moment."I know this is really tough, Betty, but we have to face the truth. Life isn't always fair or kind. Everyone goes through hard times, and this is yours. It's okay to feel overwhelmed, but we'll get through it together," Bryan said, his voice gentle and empathetic. He placed a supportive hand on her shoulder, trying to offer some comfort and strength in the midst of her sorrow."What did you know about me, Bryan? He'

"I am sorry, Mr. Creston, I will make sure to look after him properly. And if I notice any false movement, I will let you know and also inform the police," the doctor reassured, his voice calm and professional."I guess you had better start keeping an eye on him. I might not take it easy if things go wrong with him," Bryan said, his tone firm and menacing, as he clicked the end button, ending the call..As he tucked the device into his pocket, the doorbell rang, and he suggested, "Ah, that must be my order." He walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing in the silence, his mind still lingering on the conversation with the doctor.The door creaked open, revealing a delivery person holding a package, and Bryan's expression turned neutral, his thoughts momentarily diverted from the earlier conversation. "Thanks," he said, taking the package, his eyes scanning the contents before closing the door, his mind already wandering back to the situation at hand.He decided not to let that get