The call was answered.

Margot said in a hushed tone, "Mrs. Fowler, I've carried out your instructions. Indeed, someone like Miss Hanson is not suited to raise a child. Furthermore, on behalf of the children here, I want to express my gratitude for your generous donation of five million and for constructing a new building for them."

On the other end of the line, Rena replied with a faint smile,

"Don't concern yourself with the threat of a lawsuit. Your main focus should be on the well-being of the children."

With that, she hung up the phone.

Rena remained at the window. A servant approached with a glass of warm milk and whispered, "Mr. Fowler called and asked you to have some milk and rest for a while."

With a smirk, she replied, “He's trying to treat me like a child."

She had always been independent and capable of taking care of herself.

Yet, no matter how occupied Waylen was, he had been calling her seven or eight times a day lately. It might sound trivial, but Rena didn't find it stressful.

Instead, she savored the sweetness it brought to her life.

Even though Aline had used her connections to search for her child, she hadn't made any progress.

Her mind was in turmoil.

That night, she visited Albert's apartment.

As he opened the door, his hair was still wet, and he was clad in a bathrobe, indicating he had just showered.

The lingering scent of a woman's perfume filled the room.

As expected, a tall woman emerged from the bedroom, wrapped in a bath towel, and hugged Albert from behind, her beautiful eyes filled with hostility.

“Albert, who's this old woman?"

A shadow crossed Aline's face, her expression turning somber.

She was in her early 30s, but how dare this woman address her as an old woman?

Without reprimanding her, Albert patted the woman's bottom and said,

“Go back home. I'll see you next time."

The woman smiled and returned to the bedroom to get dressed.