My Bossy CEO Husband
Chapter 2089

She trusted her daughter and Lyndon, but she recognized that the rumors swirling around them made it prudent for Lyndon to leave for the time being.

Once Noemi was packed, Brian escorted her out of the house.

Seated in the car, Brian’s expression was set, his lips pressed firmly together, signaling his displeasure.

Noemi, sitting beside him and sensing the tension, finally broke the silence.

“Brian, where are you taking me?”

“To a mental hospital,” Brian said coldly.

“What did you say? Are you suggesting I should be sent to a mental hospital?” Noemi was shocked.

“I think your behaviors are quite crazy.

Shouldn’t you be evaluated at a mental hospital?” Brian replied.

Noemi’s expression turned stern.

“I’m not ill! I’m your mother.

Everything I do is for your benefit! You can’t treat me this way!”

A flash of anger crossed Brian’s eyes.

“For my benefit? Do you have any proof that the child Rosalynn is carrying isn’t mine?”

“Tom”

Noemi hesitated before continuing, “I’ve seen Rosalynn and Lyndon together several times.

They didn’t come back home at night a few days ago.

Isn’t that proof enough? I’m certain they’re having an affair.

”

Brian’s expression grew even grimmer.

“You need concrete evidence.

What you’re suggesting isn’t sufficient.

Did you actually see them being intimate?”

Noemi was at a loss for words.

She frowned and remained silent.

Brian’s tone was cold.

“Mom, you need solid proof to accuse Rosalynn.

You can’t just assume the baby isn’t mine and push for her miscarriage based on suspicions.

What if you find out later that the child was indeed mine, but you’ve already forced her to terminate my child? Would you not live with regret and guilt?”

At his words, a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes.

What was she doing? How could she try to make Rosalynn miscarry?

She quickly denied it.

It must be Rosalynn’s fault.

That child couldn’t be Brian’s.

But…

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her temples.

With a frown, she clutched her head in pain.

“Brian, please don’t scold me.

My head is in great pain.

”

Brian glanced at her and noticed her pale face.

He fought to control his anger and maintain his composure.

“Mom, have you been seeing your therapist regularly lately?”

It seemed her depression was getting worse.

Not only had her depression deepened, but she also appeared to be experiencing delusions.

This was troubling.

“I have,” Noemi replied, rubbing her temples.

She frowned and looked dreadful.