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    Lying in the sterile confines of the hospital bed, Joanna’s eyes brimmed with tears, a mixture of anguish and betrayal evident in their depths. “You know we don’t get along well with the Carter family, especially Kathy. She doesn’t deserve you, not in the slightest.”


    From the earliest days of their childhood, Joanna had taken immense pride in Bryson, who was charming andpetent. Every time she mentioned Bryson, she would receive envious nces from others. But now, as shey there grappling with the bitter truth, Joanna couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of disillusionment.


    Bryson, her idolized brother, had sumbed to temptation and betrayed her trust by sleeping with Kathy. Disappointment clouded Joanna’s gaze. “I can’t believe you would stoop so low as to use being drunk as an excuse to have sex with a woman. It makes me sick.”


    Bryson, seated solemnly on the nearby sofa, was rendered speechless by Joanna’s cold and heartless condemnation. Though he longed to defend himself, the damning evidence presented by the video on the entertainment news was like a smack in the face, his voice lost in the face of irrefutable truth. The unmistakable sound of his voice and the familiarity of his breath told that it was definitely him in the video.


    Though Bryson opened his mouth to speak, words failed him.


    Norah ced aforting hand on Joanna’s shoulder and urged softly, “Joanna, please, try to calm down.” Norah understood that Joanna’s outburst stemmed from a ce of profound disappointment. Before this incident, Joanna had always spoken of Bryson with pride. Norah didn’t want Joanna to speak in the heat of the moment, only to regret her wordster.


    “Don’t be angry, Joanna,” Susanna chimed in, her voice tender as she gently shook Joanna’s arm. Inwardly, however, Susanna couldn’t help but acknowledge that if Sean were tomit such things, her disdain for him would be a certainty. Susanna found herself agreeing with Joanna’s stance. Bryson’s decision to sleep with a woman Joanna despised was nothing short of reprehensible. Susanna struggled toprehend what could have possibly been going through Bryson’s mind.


    Meanwhile, Bryson sat in silence, his fingers tangling in his hair as he wondered why things had to turn out so painfully. Darwin and Raina exchanged a nce, and a shared sense of resignation hung heavy between them. Raina’s voice carried a note of helplessness as she said, “Now we have to figure out how to navigate the aftermath with the Carter family. What should we do about Kathy?”


    Raina had crossed paths with Kathy before and knew all too well the type of person she was. Kathy, to her disappointment, was narrow-minded and low-key. Before visiting the hospital today, Darwin had gathered information about Kathy’s conduct, discovering that she had a reputation for trouble. The issue was that his son was now embroiled in an affair with her.


    “Bryson, you’re an adult. I believe you have your own considerations on this matter. Your mother and I have only one condition. You cannot toy with other people’s feelings or jeopardize someone else’s well-being,” Darwin remarked, his voice firm and authoritative. The Andrews family prided themselves on their values, chief among them being unwavering fidelity to one’s spouse.


    Joanna turned her head away, tears brimming in her eyes, her nose reddened with emotion. “Bryson, you really are oversexed. You’ll sleep with just about any woman.” Norah’s grip on Joanna’s shoulder tightened, her voice firm as she interjected, “Joanna!”


    Joanna’s words were bing more harsh, and Norah knew it would only worsen her rtionship with Bryson.


    “Norah…” Joanna’s voice trembled, a lump forming in her throat. Just thinking of it caused her heart to clench so painfully that she wanted to cry. To think that her beloved brother, held in such high esteem and respect, had slept with someone as undeserving and wretched as Kathy. If it had been anyone else, perhaps she wouldn’t have felt so devastated.


    Spencer’s voice was barely a whisper as he spoke up. “Well, it was me who sent Bryson to his room yesterday.” The tension in Joanna’s ward was so thick, casting a heavy veil over the room, that Spencer hesitated to speak any louder.


    After a moment of deliberation, he resolved to shed light on the events of the previous night. “The room in question is one of therger suites at the mour Club.”


    “I used my room card to unlock the door, and when I entered, I saw nobody inside.” As he recounted the details, Spencer’s mind drifted back to the haze of intoxication that had clouded his senses. After settling Bryson in the room, he turned on his heel and left. In his vague memory, he did not recall seeing anyone else in the room at the time.


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