Hutton's fingers turned white as he gripped the pen. He swallowed hard and signed his name.

Rosalynn watched, her heart aching with his.

She sighed softly and patted his shoulder. “Hutton, try and stay optimistic. You and Valeria are young. As long as she's okay, you can have another baby."

Tears streamed down Hutton's face.

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

"It's all my fault! Why did I invade her privacy? Why did I storm out and lock myself up at the office? Why did I get drunk? This is all because of me! I killed my own child!"

He sobbed uncontrollably and you could see the regret etched on his face.

Rosalynn, hiding her own discomfort, tried to comfort him. “Alright, calm down and stop blaming yourself. You didn't want this to happen either."

"Rosalyn."

Hutton turned and hugged her, trying hard to hold back his sobs.

Rosalynn patted his back, whispering comforting words.

Lyndon stood by, seeing Hutton's despair, and realized he probably hadn't arranged a hospital room yet.

"Has the ward been sorted? If not, I'll handle it."

“Okay, "

Rosalynn replied, guiding Hutton to sit in a chair, comforting him while they waited for the surgery to be complete.

Hutton's emotional outburst slowly calmed down, but he remained deeply sad.

The surgery went on for six long hours.

Because Rosalynn was pregnant, Lyndon insisted she rest and gave her his coat as a blanket. When Valeria was finally wheeled out, Lyndon gently woke Rosalynn.

Hutton had already rushed to Valeria.

“Doctor, how is my wife?"