"I swear, she's just a friend. Nothing inappropriate ever happened."

Rosalynn shot him a sideways glance. "Then why were you drinking and chatting with her last night?"

Frustrated, Hutton revealed, "Valeria was giving me the silent treatment. I was upset and needed to vent. I would've talked to anyone. I just needed a listener. How was I to know she'd confess and force herself on me?"

The worst part was Valeria saw everything, leading to a total disaster. He felt deeply regretful.

Noticing his distress, Rosalynn patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Just apologize to Valeria sincerely. This mess is your fault."

Remarkable people always attracted admirers, regardless of their gender. It was just a coincidence that things had got out of hand between them.

"I know I'm to blame. I'll do whatever it takes for Valeria to forgive me."

Hutton glanced towards the bed, as if speaking to Valeria.

Valeria lay there, eyes closed, fingers slightly curling. All she wanted was a divorce. Only then would she forgive him.

After breakfast, Lyndon said, “Rosalynn, you didn't sleep well last night. You should go home and rest."

He was only worried about Rosalynn's well-being.

"I'm good," Rosalynn said, flashing a smile.

"He's right. Rosalynn, you're expecting. Better head home and take it easy," Hutton chimed in.

Rosalynn pondered for a second and nodded.

“Got it. Skipping Skrix today. I'll whip up some soup for Valeria before I swing by."

"No need to trouble yourself."

"That's settled then." The decision made by Rosalynn.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Gail. Rosalynn left the hospital room to take the call.

“What's up, Mom."