“For the baby," he said quietly. Financial support was all he could offer.

Morrison accepted it without hesitation.

The money was for the child from her biological father. He had no right to make decisions for her.

He would keep it safe, explain its origin when she came of age, and let her choose her own path.

Knowing her biological father was her right, as was shaping her own life.

Forrest was impressed by Morrison's honesty and generosity.

He silently admitted his own shortcomings.

“You promised me a drink," Forrest said, his voice thick with emotion.

He needed to drown the jealousy burning in his chest.

Morrison took the child back home, where Laura was waiting.

“I'll drive him to the airport," he said, handing her the baby.

Laura nodded.

Morrison then led Forrest to a simple sidewalk stall.

"Is this alright?" he asked.

Morrison's life was devoid of luxury. His life was simple and unadorned - the life of an ordinary person.

Simple and common.

Forrest glanced around. “No, but I have to say, I'm envious."

A genuine smile spread across Morrison's face, but he pretended not to understand. "What's there to envy?"

"You're showing off, aren't you?" Forrest countered, pouring a glass of wine. “Now, drink your punishment."

The alcohol was cheap and shoddy, but it was the sentiment that mattered. Morrison was a straightforward, simple man.