Rylie was wheeled out, her eyes brimming with tears. Millie approached her, baby in arms.


    “Congrattions, Rylie! Meet your son. He’s the picture of health.”


    “Hey, little guy,” Rylie greeted, her voice trembling with emotion.


    The loneliness and struggles of the past several months flooded her thoughts. She had navigated this


    difficult journey without a partner by her side, and the weight of it all had worn her down. In her weakest


    moments, she would find sce inughter, seeking outedy to lift her spirits.


    She knew that a mother’s sadness could leave an indelible mark on her child, so she refused to let


    herself sumb to sorrow.


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    Ensuring the baby’s safe arrival, Marcus spoke with the hospital director about giving extra attention to


    Rylie. Then he hurried off to his workce.


    Millie stayed until the moon took over the sky.


    Finally stepping out of the hospital, she collided with another person. A closer look revealed it was


    Rhea, visibly distressed, her hands stained with blood.


    Rhea locked eyes with Millie, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features before she bolted


    into the hospital.


    Earlier, Gianni had ckmailed her with thepromising footage, demanding herpany at a hotel.


    Weighing her options, Rhea had hatched a n: she would feign agreement, get him in the shower,


    and make her move.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    After all, people tend to react more slowly when they’re vulnerable.


    While Gianni was in the shower, she seized the opportunity. Slipping a knife into the bathroom, she


    held it to his neck and demanded the video. She knew he would fear for his life, and she was right. His


    demeanor shifted instantly. iming he needed his phone to delete the video, he said he would step


    outside to make the call.


    But fortune is fickle. As they emerged from the bathroom, Rhea lost her footing, the knife veering away


    from Gianni’s neck. Seizing his moment, Gianni wrenched the knife from her grip. A frantic struggle


    ensued, and Rhea found herself with a de in her abdomen.


    Staring at the blood, even Gianni went pale. Rhea clutched her wound and made her escape, feet


    pounding on the pavement.


    Lucky for her, the hospital stood like a beacon just across from the hotel.


    Millie, who had witnessed Rhea’s sprint into the hospital, furrowed her brows, sensing something was


    seriously amiss.


    Shaking off the troubling sight, Millie hailed a taxi and headed home.


    Inside, the living room lights were on, but the ce felt deserted.


    She guessed Marcus would be holed up in his study. Grabbing a ss of water from the kitchen, she


    made her way there.


    The study door was slightly ajar, revealing a room in disarray.


    Papers were strewn across the desk; the globe was knocked askew. Thest time she’d seen such


    chaos was when Marcus had a row with Trenton.


    What could have transpired now?


    After straightening up the study, Millie climbed the stairs, only to find Marcus standing on their bedroom


    balcony, hands pocketed, staring into the distance.