With a pat on Hutton's shoulder, Brian strode towards the car, holding the door open for Rosalynn.

In the interrogation room, Eleanor was subject to questioning.

She attempted to vindicate herself, refusing to acknowledge her crime.

However, the police informed her that Moira had confessed all the things they did, and the waiter had regained consciousness. The proof of guilt was undeniable, and her denials fell flat.

Eleanor slumped in the chair.

It was all over! Everything was over!

With Brian refusing to protect her, who else could she turn to for help?

A certain figure crossed her mind. She blurted out, "I wish to see another person. I want to meet Selina Forbes!"

On the other hand, Valeria was hurried into the emergency room.

Observing a restless Hutton, Rosalynn reassured him, “Don't worry. The baby will be alright."

“Well, I'm not nervous.”

Hutton rubbed his hands together, his gaze darting to the emergency room's door. His words denied his nerves, but his body betrayed his tension.

Brian walked to Rosalynn, held her in his arms and whispered in her ear, “We've been together for quite a while. Why haven't you been pregnant?"

When Brian's words reached her ears, Rosalynn unconsciously looked down at her belly.

The thought of not taking any contraceptive measures while being with him made her wonder why she hadn't gotten pregnant.

Perhaps it was because she wasn't easy to get pregnant.

“Maybe it's just a matter of fate when a child comes. Don't worry too much."

Brian raised an eyebrow and said jokingly, "Looks Like I didn't work hard enough, huh?"

Rosalynn glanced at him, her expression conveying a mix of amusement and annoyance.

“No, you've got it all wrong. You worked too hard. From now on, you need to exercise some self-control. Once a week should be the Limit."

Brian smiled mischievously, his eyes fixed on her beautiful profile.

“Are you sure you're willing to give up such happiness?"