Standing outside, Roscoe appeared visibly worn and disheveled, lacking his usual composure.

As Rena closed the door, she prepared a comforting cup of tea for him and inquired softly, “What's wrong? Has something happened to Vera?"

Roscoe took a seat on the couch.

In truth, Roscoe and Rena had not been acquainted in the past. Their connection had formed through Vera, and they had shared several meals together.

Cradling the cup in his hands, Roscoe said softly, "Vera is pregnant."