Life seemed to be Looking up for her, after all.

The corners of Valeria's mouth turned upward in playful jest, her spirits no longer as low as before.

“Now I see why wealthy ladies enjoy the company of good-looking young men. They certainly know how to get the blood pumping.”

Upon hearing her words, Hutton's voice held a note of discontent.

"Are you implying that I‘m some sort of gigolo?"

Arching an eyebrow, Valeria shot back, "I'm far from being a wealthy woman. I consider you as..."

"Kid again?" Hutton frowned.

“My second boyfriend!" Valeria added.

At the hospital

Brian received a call from Debora.

“Brian, how is Eleanor's baby?"

Debora's direct question implied her informants had briefed her on the unfortunate news.

Grasping his phone, Brian replied with stark honesty, "The baby didn't make it."

A silence lingered at the other end, eventually broken by Debora's sigh.

“Maybe it's destiny's course. Without the child, perhaps reconciliation between you and Rosalynn will be easier.”

Everyone seemed to think that without the baby, Brian could find a smoother path to reconciling with Rosalynn.

But Brian was far from convinced.

If Rosalynn had been any other woman, perhaps a string of soothing words could have repaired the frayed ends of their relationship.

But Rosalynn was no ordinary woman.

Of course, if she was an ordinary woman, Brian wouldn't have fallen for her.

In the end, he said nothing, merely pressing his lips together.

“Brian, since Eleanor bore a child for you, provide her with some compensation. But from this point forward, maintain a clear boundary with her." Debora's voice was firm.