LOVE BEYOND REASON

chapter twenty five

Betsy dashed suddenly to the vibrating telephone, her heart pounding with anticipation. Her eyes darted around the corner, searching vigilantly for any sign of Nyri's presence. She positioned herself discreetly, ready to intercept the call. As the phone continued to ring, Betsy's hand hovered over the receiver, her nerves tingling with excitement and apprehension. Finally, she seized the opportunity and picked up the phone, her voice slightly breathless as she answered.

"Hello?... Oh!" Betsy's initial excitement turned into focused attention as she listened intently to the voice on the other end of the line. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she processed the information being conveyed to her. "Ok, ma'am," Betsy responded, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.

"Probably one of her gossip mates," Nyri casually remarked watching from the living room.

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As Nyri looked at her face, she guessed it wasn't the call Betsy had rushed for.

As Betsy handed the phone to Nyri, her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity, a silent question lingering in the air. "Who is it?" she ventured, unable to suppress her intrigue. "It appears it is for you, Nyri. It is from your family, the Quincys," Betsy relayed, her voice tinged with subtle curiosity.

Nyri's brow furrowed slightly at the unexpected nature of the call. "What does it say?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "Ahh, seems it's from your sister," Betsy revealed, unable to contain her interest. "She said to tell you that your mother, Mrs. Victoria, is fully recovered from her illness."

The revelation hung in the air, sparking a flurry of questions in Nyri's mind. But before she could delve into them, Betsy's curiosity bubbled to the surface, breaking the silence. "But then, Nyri, permit me to ask," Betsy ventured cautiously, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Not that it's any business of mine, but I thought everyone said Mrs. Victoria was a bit delusional and it could never get better but only worse. So that was why Mr. Pete sent her away."

Nyri's eyes widened in surprise at Betsy's boldness, her own curiosity momentarily overshadowed by the unexpected question. "Betsy? Did my sister say anything else other than that?" she asked, ignoring Betsy's prying for the moment as she sought more information.

Betsy's voice softened, a hint of apology coloring her words as she sensed Nyri's emotional turmoil. "Oh, I'm sorry," she murmured, her curiosity momentarily subdued. "It's obvious it's not an issue that concerns me. She added to tell you that your mother was coming home and that your presence was needed," Betsy continued gently, her tone carrying a note of understanding.

"Is that all?" Nyri asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her composure hanging by a thread.

"Yes, it is," Betsy confirmed softly, her gaze meeting Nyri's with compassion.

Nyri felt the weight of her emotions pressing down on her, threatening to spill over. With every breath, she fought to contain the tears that threatened to overflow, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. If she were fair, Nyri knew, she would have blushed pink with the intensity of her emotions. But there was no time for that now. With a valiant effort, she pushed aside her feelings, forcing a smile to her lips even as her insides churned with turmoil.

Betsy's interruption jolted Nyri from her swirling thoughts, her mind still reeling from the news of her mother's impending return. "Nyri the caller is still on," Betsy interjected gently, her voice a gentle reminder of the task at hand.

"What?" Nyri exclaimed, her attention fractured as she struggled to regain focus amidst the emotional whirlwind.

"Your sister is still on the line," Betsy reiterated, her tone tinged with patience.