"Rory, you really can't keep indulging Cyrus," Jesse said, his voice tight with worry. "If he dares to hurt you now, he won't hesitate to kill you later. Keeping a lunatic like him around makes me afraid to sleep. I'm scared I'll just end up dead one day."
Rory gently patted his hand.
"Don't worry. Once we get divorced, it'll be fine. From then on, it'll be just the two of us… We'll live peacefully," she replied, her voice soothing.
Before she could finish, a sudden clamor of voices erupted in the living room.
"Ms. McGrath is back!"
"Ms. McGrath, come see the child in my arms. We've calculated his luck based on his birth date. Everyone says he's blessed. If you accept him as your godson, it would be perfect."
"Ms. McGrath, look at my daughter. She's obedient and sweet, our little darling. If you accept her as your goddaughter, she will also become your little darling in the future."
A few meticulously dressed people pushed and jostled, bringing their children toward Rory.
Surrounded unexpectedly, Rory and Jesse froze.
Jesse reacted first.