Three days later.
Amid the drenching night rain, Sylvan Cheney drove back to the Janus Family villa.
On the road, Erin Janus called him from the hospital: "Evan, are you still at the office? The baby just kicked me, really hard. Do you think she wants to come out?"
"Maybe, it's about time." Sylvan's voice was as cold as the rain outside.
"Are you... not feeling well? You sound a bit off. Don't overwork yourself, there's no rush for work, you know."
"I'll come to the hospital tonight to see you." With that, Sylvan hung up directly, without answering Erin's question.
The sky was pitch-black, with only the roadside lamps flickering dimly, casting a shimmering light on the puddles on the ground.
The black Maybach sped through the rain, splashing countless water droplets.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Janus Family villa.
Before he could enter the living room, his phone rang.
