The housekeeper was about to chime in again but stopped short when she noticed Dn standing quietly at the top of the stairs, his hair still damp. She mmed up immediately, realizing she might have overstepped, and quickly busied herself with other chores.


    ra hurried up the stairs, bncing a steaming mug of hot milk. She couldn''t help but notice the droplets of water still clinging to Dn''s skin and the way his hair was dripping. "Mr. Dn, you''ll catch a cold if you stay like this," she gently admonished.


    Dn turned and made his way slowly towards the bedroom, leaning on the doorframe for support. ra quickly set the milk down on a table inside the room and rushed back to help him. He let her guide him, and together they moved into the room.


    Just as Dn was about to sip his milk, ra''s phone rang. It was Simon on the line. Ever since leaving Ferguson Corporation earlier, Simon had been feeling uneasy, sensing something off about Dn''s demeanor. In a moment of impulse, he called ra.


    ra identally hit the speakerphone button, and Simon''s voice filled the room. "If I''m not marrying Quinn, ra, would you...?"


    ra''s heart skipped a beat. What was he saying? Quinn was pregnant, and he was reconsidering the wedding. No way!


    She quickly grabbed her phone, trying not to show her agitation in front of Dn, and hurried out of the room, her voice tinged with urgency. "What did you just say?"


    Dn watched her retreat with quiet concern, his grip tightening slightly on the mug, but he remained silent, staring down at the milk.


    ra walked down the hallway, making sure she was far enough that Dn couldn''t overhear her, and then let her frustration out. "Are you serious? Quinn''s pregnant with your child, and you''re thinking of not getting married?"


    Simon had had a bit too much to drink and was unsettled by Dn''s behavior. He loathed the dark thoughts creeping in but felt an urgent need to test the waters.


    "ra, do you still have feeli


    for


    me? You''ve been so distanttely.


    I''ve been down and had a few drinks tonight. Where are you now?"


    ra was on edge, fearing Simon might indeed back out of the wedding. She hung up abruptly and removed Quinn from her blocked contacts, dialing her instead. "Quinn, Simon''s drunk. You should go pick him up."


    But before she could say more, Quinn''s voice cut through, cold and sharp. "How do you know he''s drunk, ra? Are you trying to get close to Simon again? You shameless bitch!"


    Quinn''s voice was near breaking


    with anger, her lips quivering. Ryan''s sudden interest in ra had already left her rattled, and now Simon seemed to be drifting towards ra too. Panic set in because Quin wasn''t actually pregnant; she just wanted to marry Simon. Once her ns were secured, she intended to push ra towards Nate, fulfilling her own ambitions.


    But Simon''s recent behavior kept her on edge, and even when they dined


    together, he seemed preupied. Quinn''s face twisted with fury as she red at her reflection in the mirror, a sneer forming.


    This was all ra''s doing!


    She took a deep breath and spat out,


    "Years ago, you caused Dn''s leg injury. Do you know how much the Fergusons loathe you, ra? No matter what you do, they''ll never ept you. Even if Simon doesn''t marry me, it won''t be you he chooses!"