Darryl felt uncomfortable as he waited outside the corridor.

It was all his fault that Monica had ended in danger because he did not go to Elysian Island to pick her up that night.

He would regret it his whole life if anything were to happen to Monica and the baby. He prayed that Monica would get through the danger.

Darryl felt as if he had lost his mind; seconds felt like years on the long bench in the hospital.

…

At the Darby residence.

Yumi was putting on makeup with a smile at the dressing table.

The makeup set was the latest product from Poesia Eleganza. It had cost a fortune—almost the price of half a mansion.

"My dear, you don't need to put on more makeup. You are beautiful as you are now. After your makeup, all the other women would be jealous of you," Florian said with a grin.

Even though he was henpecked, he would never stop with compliments to his wife to make her happy.

Then, Florian let out a long sigh and sat on the sofa; he lit a cigarette.

Seeing his unhappy