Shirley's eyes brightened. She entered quickly, breathing a sigh of relief. Wiping sweat from her forehead, she uttered, “Thank you."

"Don't mention it," came a soft reply.

This voice felt oddly familiar to Shirley. Looking up, Shirley blurted out, "Sergio!"

Sergio remained silent, his expression somber. “Do you want me to address you as Shirley in the company?"

"No... Oh, Good morning, Mr. Blakely."

Grinning sheepishly, Shirley quickly amended, "Mr. Blakely, congratulations on your wedding."

Shirley was puzzled. Sergio showed up for work the day after his wedding. Why skip the honeymoon?

Anticipating her thoughts, Sergio cleared his throat and explained, "Marnie needs to rest."

“Okay. Huh? Is Marnie unwell?" Shirley inquired, concerned.

With the wedding dress's billowing hemline and skirt support, Shirley couldn't discern anything amiss with Marnie.

“She's pregnant." The baby would arrive in four months, so Sergio disclosed openly.

Shirley seemed to be onto something. "Well, you're right. She needs some proper rest. Mr. Blakely, it's crucial you look after Marnie well. You know, women's preferences and moods can flip during pregnancy. As her husband, you've got to be patient. Like, I once..."

"Like you what?"

Shirley nearly revealed her own pregnancy, feeling beads of sweat forming on her nose. "Like, my aunt's sister-in-law's sister-in-law wants different food at different times. Her husband's losing patience. They're talking divorce after the baby arrives."

“You seem well-informed." Sergio put on a faint smile.

"Yeah..." Shirley offered a weak grin, relieved. Berating herself for being foolish, she resolved to end her internship soon.

"Ding!" The elevator opened. After bidding Sergio farewell, Shirley hurried out.

Watching her hasty depart, Sergio frowned. Was it just his imagination, or did Shirley appear huge than before? Was it his illusion?

On the second day's early morning, before Sabrina could reach the police station, she received a call from them. "Miss Chavez, the suspect, Galilea Clifford, has taken her own Life in jail. She placed a call to you yesterday. Please come to the station."

"What? Galilea's dead?"