At night, not sure what time it was, the rain started to fall steadily.
Sylvan Cheney was probably too tired, as he was startled awake by the sound of rainwater.
He raised his head to glance at his watch; it was already past midnight.
The CEO office lights were still on, quiet and serene.
The phone rang unexpectedly.
The servant from the villa called Sylvan Cheney: "Mr. Evan, Miss suddenly has a stomach ache, not sure if she's about to give birth."
"Oh? Has she been taken to the hospital?"
"Miss doesn't want to go, she's insisting on waiting for your return, so I quickly called you. She wants you to personally take her."
"Have the driver take her now. In these matters, she cannot be capricious."
The maid wanted to say something else, but Erin Janus grabbed the phone: "Evan, I want you to personally take me there, you aren't still busy with work, are you? I'm feeling unwell, I want you to accompany me and our daughter."
