Why are you doing this

"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