Chapter 1205

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.

Finally stepping out of the hospital, she collided with another person. A closer look revealed it was

Rhea, visibly distressed, her hands stained with blood.

Rhea locked eyes with Millie, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features before she bolted

into the hospital.

Earlier, Gianni had blackmailed her with the compromising footage, demanding her company at a hotel.

Weighing her options, Rhea had hatched a plan: she would feign agreement, get him in the shower,

and make her move.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

After all, people tend to react more slowly when they’re vulnerable.

While Gianni was in the shower, she seized the opportunity. Slipping a knife into the bathroom, she

held it to his neck and demanded the video. She knew he would fear for his life, and she was right. His

demeanor shifted instantly. Claiming he needed his phone to delete the video, he said he would step

outside to make the call.

But fortune is fickle. As they emerged from the bathroom, Rhea lost her footing, the knife veering away

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

ensued, and Rhea found herself with a blade in her abdomen.

Staring at the blood, even Gianni went pale. Rhea clutched her wound and made her escape, feet

pounding on the pavement.

Lucky for her, the hospital stood like a beacon just across from the hotel.

Millie, who had witnessed Rhea’s sprint into the hospital, furrowed her brows, sensing something was

seriously amiss.

Shaking off the troubling sight, Millie hailed a taxi and headed home.

Inside, the living room lights were on, but the place felt deserted.

She guessed Marcus would be holed up in his study. Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, she

made her way there.

The study door was slightly ajar, revealing a room in disarray.

Papers were strewn across the desk; the globe was knocked askew. The last time she’d seen such

chaos was when Marcus had a row with Trenton.

What could have transpired now?

After straightening up the study, Millie climbed the stairs, only to find Marcus standing on their bedroom

balcony, hands pocketed, staring into the distance.