I know her well. She would rather undergo an abortion than trouble you.

I know I'm being selfish, Rena... But please. I am begging you."

Rena returned to the Living room.

Roscoe's eyes reddened and he appeared utterly dejected.

Rena had witnessed the spirited and confident side of Roscoe. She had seen him be cynical towards women. This was the first time she had seen him in such a vulnerable state.

Lost in thought, she believed Vera had finally found her Mr. Right.

No words escaped her lips for a while. Roscoe suddenly rose to his feet and knelt before her.

“Roscoe! No! Please, get up!"

With Rena's assistance, Roscoe refused to rise. His voice choked as he pleaded, "Rena, as long as the baby is safely born, I will do anything you ask of me. Even if you desire my entire fortune, I won't hesitate.

From this moment forward, I will work tirelessly to support my wife and child..."

Rena pulled him up.

Softly, she said, “Why would I want your fortune? Don't you want to raise your child?"

Roscoe gazed at her, his eyes filled with hope.

Rena forced a smile and said, "I promise you. I will plead with that man.

Roscoe yearned to say more...

Yet Rena urged him to depart.

“Take good care of Vera and don't let her know you came to me."

With that, Roscoe left.

Rena retrieved a bottle of beer from the fridge and slowly sipped on S880

The night breeze was chilly and the beer was cold.

When she awoke in the middle of the night, tears stained her face.

Later on, she sat on the terrace throughout the entire night. As she regained her senses, the radiant golden sun rose and illuminated the world below.