Rylie was wheeled out, her eyes brimming with tears. Millie approached her, baby in arms.

“Congratulations, Rylie! Meet your son. He’s the picture of health.”

“Hey, little guy,” Rylie greeted, her voice trembling with emotion.

The loneliness and struggles of the past several months flooded her thoughts. She had navigated this difficult journey without a partner by her side, and the weight of it all had worn her down. In her weakest moments, she would find solace in laughter, seeking out comedy to lift her spirits.

She knew that a mother’s sadness could leave an indelible mark on her child, so she refused to let herself succumb to sorrow.

Ensuring the baby’s safe arrival, Marcus spoke with the hospital director about giving extra attention to Rylie. Then he hurried off to his workplace.

Millie stayed until the moon took over the sky.

A closer look revealed it was Rhea, visibly distressed,

a flicker of something unreadable

Gianni had blackmailed her with the compromising footage, demanding her

options, Rhea had hatched a plan: she would feign agreement, get him in

E L A ‘s L I B R A

react

he would fear for his life, and she was right. His demeanor shifted

away from Gianni’s neck. Seizing his moment, Gianni wrenched the knife from her grip. A

clutched her wound and made her escape, feet pounding on

like a beacon just across from

Rhea’s sprint into the hospital, furrowed

off the troubling sight, Millie hailed a taxi

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