After some time, the door to the detention room creaked open and a figure stepped inside.

Eleanor's heart fluttered as she heard the door swing open, anticipating Brian's entrance.

Her head shot up, her face alight with hope.

“Mr. Hughes, help—" Her plea died mid-sentence as Rosalynn entered her line of sight, causing her expression to freeze in shock.

“Why are you here? I didn't ask to see you! I want to see Mr. Hughes!

Where is he? Mr. Hughes, I need to see you

As Eleanor's outburst echoed through the room, Rosalynn seated herself with composure.

“Why do you wish to see my husband? Do you expect him to rescue you?"

Rosalynn had donned a starry blue dress for her visit.

Her fair skin seemed to glow beneath the harsh lighting.

Sitting there silently, her voice gentle, she exuded an air of regality, like a queen.

The contrast was stark and it made everyone around feel ordinary.

Eleanor couldn't help but gaze at her with jealousy burning in her eyes.

“Yes! I need Mr. Hughes. Get him here, I want him to save me!" Eleanor burst out.

Rosalynn gave a cold smirk at her frazzled appearance.

“Eleanor, why do you assume my husband will rush to your aid?"

Brian was waiting outside.

She understood Eleanor's plan; she wanted Brian to save her for the sake of their dead baby.

But Rosalynn had no intention of letting Brian into Eleanor's drama. It was just not necessary.

Eleanor yelled, "I carried his child. How could he turn his back on me?"

Rosalynn laughed.

“Still clinging to your delusions, Eleanor? The baby wasn't my husband's, but John's."