"You should rest," Brian said and Looked at her.

A flush of anger rushed to her cheeks, and tears threatened to spill.

“Valeria did this! She killed our baby!“

Brian frowned.

“What happened precisely? How did you end up at the club?"

Eleanor dabbed at her weeping eyes with a tissue.

“I met John during Chaz and his wife's last visit to Wragos. He had a movie project, something he wanted to discuss with me.

I figured it was wise to smooth over our differences, thinking it might boost my career. So, when he invited me out tonight, I agreed.

But when I arrived, John was sprawled on the floor. Motionless. And Valeria was running away. I didn’t let her go, so she pushed me. Our baby just gone Like that.

Brian's face remained impassive, not revealing any emotions as Eleanor told her story.

Did John also have an appointment with Valeria when he met Eleanor?

Why did he ask two women to meet at the same time?

“Did you witness Valeria killing John?"

“No, I didn't actually see her do it. But she was the only other person there. Who else could it be?" Eleanor's face scrunched, her voice carrying a defensive undertone.

“We can't jump to conclusions based on circumstantial evidence," Brian countered, his gaze narrowing.

“But even if she didn't kill John, she killed our baby. Our child! You have to make her pay.”

Eleanor sobbed desperately, her fists clenched.

Her constant repetition of “our child" grated on Brian's nerves.

“Just rest now. I'll handle this."

And with that, he stepped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Meanwhile, Eleanor’s agonized mask melted away, replaced by a chilling calm.

She wiped her eyes, a smug grin playing at the corners of her Lips.