Brian stood rooted, deep in thought.

Eleanor was six weeks pregnant. It was his child.

He was going to be a father.

But the mother of his child wasn't the woman he loved.

Images of Rosalynn flooded his mind. Brian closed his eyes, seized by an unforeseen panic.

If Eleanor's child truly was his, what would transpire between him and Rosalynn?

Given Rosalynn's character, she'd likely end things with him.

He couldn't allow that!

Resolving himself, Brian entered the ward.

Inside the ward, Moira was assisting Eleanor to sit up.

Upon seeing Brian, Eleanor asked in a sweet voice, "Mr. Hughes, what's the matter with me?"

Brian glanced at her and asked Moira to Leave the room.

Once Moira had exited the ward, he announced, “Eleanor, you are pregnant."

The truth was out.

Eleanor's heart raced, feigning surprise and elation.

“I'm pregnant?

This baby is yours!"

Brian's expression hardened as he retorted, “Eleanor, I can offer you any amount of money. Get an abortion."

Eleanor's smile froze at Brian's words.

"No, Mr. Hughes. It is a gift from God, the fruit of our love. Surely, you can't be so cruel.”

But Brian only shot her another cold, piercing look.

"Are you trying to use the child to blackmail me?"