"Keen told me he can''t stand me and doesn''t want you to be with me. He came to the amusement park just to reconcile with you. He said if he acted all apologetic and charming, you''d listen to him and stop paying attention to me. And then he said... he said..."


    At this point, Marvin''s eyes started to well up, his voice bing choked with emotion.


    Ste pressed gently, "What else did he say?"


    "Keen said that I''m just his stand-in... Ste, am I really just Keen''s stand-in?"


    Marvin''s big, beautiful eyes were ssy with unshed tears, resembling a forlorn puppy that''s been left out in the rain.


    Ste''s heart ached at the sight.


    Her disappointment in Keen deepened.


    A stand-in? Just like his father, always ying the same game. The apple really doesn''t fall far from the tree.


    "You are no one''s stand-in, Marvin. You''re just yourself," Ste said with conviction, looking him straight in the eyes. "I promise I''ll stand up for you in this."


    She paused for a moment, then added, "Besides getting him to apologize, is there anything else you want? I''ll do my best to make it happen."


    Marvin looked at Ste with a fearful, uncertain expression.


    "I don''t have any other requests. I just want Ste to stay with me."


    Ste felt a pang of sadness.


    Ever since they met, Marvin seemed to have been caught in a string of bad luck, often getting bullied by Keen.


    Yet, he never med her or Keen.


    Ste took a deep breath and turned to Neville, who had been silently standing by.


    "Mr. Connolly, if there''s anything you''d like, please let me know..."


    Neville met her gaze steadily. "Ste, you need to understand, the child isn''t just your responsibility. It''s not something you should bear alone."


    "Because you''ve been handling everything yourself, Haynes has never felt responsible for the family or the child. He thinks raising a child is easy."


    "He doesn''t see your sacrifices, which is why he takes you for granted."


    Ste blinked, taken aback by Neville''s words.


    All along, she''d been managing everything rted to the child.


    She knew Haynes was busy running argepany, often tired and stressed.


    So she never burdened him with trivial matters, wanting to be the perfect wife who eased his worries.


    But when he had free time, he didn''t spend it on work or family. Instead, he spent it with other women.


    How ironic.


    Ste murmured, "I understand, Mr. Connolly. Thank you."


    ...


    In another hospital room, after making sure Keen was alright and sending Deanna home, Haynes opened the door.


    As the door swung open, Keen perked up, his eyes darting to the entrance.


    When he saw it was Haynes, the light in his eyes dimmed, disappointment etched across his face.


    Haynes noted his expression, "Keen, what happened?"


    Keen was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up.


    "Dad, can you... not divorce Mom?"


    Haynes''s deep eyes clouded, his lips curving into a smirk that didn''t quite reach his eyes.


    "Did Mom teach you to say that?"