As they drove to the hospital, Rita expressed her fears, “Sabrina miscarried once before. It wasn't easy for her to conceive again. Losing the baby would devastate her."

Her seeming concern for Sabrina was palpable.

Horace, too, was understandably anxious, the unborn child in Sabrina's belly being his future grandchild. He comforted Rita, patting her hand, “Everything will be alright."

Upon reaching the hospital, Rita made a beeline for Sabrina's ward.

Horace didn't think much, assuming it must have been Sabrina who told Rita about the precise ward number. Their relationship seemed to be on the mend. After all, they were mother and daughter. How could there be any lasting animosity between them?