The next morning, there was a commotion outside.

Brendan got dressed, picked up Emily, and they headed to the wedding site together. This time, the wedding was being broadcast live by the media. It seemed like Frances had intentionally left the storeroom door open, as the sound from the TV echoed loudly. Even Deirdre, who was in the basement, could hear it clearly.

Curled up, Deirdre listened to the media's well wishes for Brendan and Emily's marriage. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong. When she touched her stomach, her face turned pale with shock.

Her water broke. Trembling, she made her way to the door. With each step, her stomach pain intensified. She didn't realize when her water had broken, but it had gone unnoticed at first.

"Frances! Frances!" Deirdre called out, enduring the intense pain. She held onto the railing, her body tensing from the agony.

"Frances!"

The TV volume was loud, and Frances sat with her legs crossed, snacking on peanuts. No one knew whether she co