Laura took a couple of steps back.

Morrison was quick to hold her up, supporting her with his strong body.

She grabbed Morrison's hand tightly as her voice trembled. "What do we do? I can't believe it..."

He had committed a terrible crime.

Who could save him now?

Laura's mind reeled with his confession.

Her fingers tightened around Morrison, desperately clinging to him.

Her nails sunk into his skin, breaking the surface.

Morrison remained calm.

"Calm down, Laura. You're pregnant," he said in a low and gentle voice.

Aldrin looked at Laura with placid eyes. “It's good to see you living a happy life. You don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to feel bad. It was all my own actions that led me here. This is my life, and I'm not going to blame anyone for the way it turned out."

Laura was at a loss.

She didn't know what to do.

Morrison said, "Listen. I have an idea."

Her eyes lit up hopefully at his voice. "What is it?"

"Tell the police the whole truth. We haven't caught your boss yet. If you can work with us as a spy and help us catch him, you'd be instrumental to his arrest and you'll be getting a more lenient sentence. As long as you behave in prison, you'll be able to apply for parole. At present, this is the best way."

The light in Laura's eyes faded slowly. She stuttered, "So, Aldrin still has to go to prison."

"It's inevitable he'll be in jail." Morrison reassured her, "But it's better than him dying. Don't you think?"

Laura turned to Aldrin and stammered, "You..."

“I can handle that," Aldrin replied calmly.