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I couldn't suppress my internal scoff. Glancing at Rossa's flat abdomen, it was clear the pregnancy was in its earliest stages, likely not more than eight weeks along.
The fetus was barely larger than a tiny seed—how could she possibly be feeling any movement yet?
Nevertheless, this very claim from Rossa sparked William's paternal instincts and sense of obligation.
With a tightened expression, he faced me and my mother-in-law.
"Dana! Mom! I've reached a decision. I'm prepared to abandon the Walter Family, give up everything, and start a new life with Rossa!"
"Don't think I'm acting rashly. For a long time, I've been aware that you and Mom look down on me. I'll use this chance to venture out and demonstrate my worth, proving to you that I, William, am not a disappointment!"
Having said this, William grasped Rossa's hand and moved to depart, but I clearly noticed the reluctance and frustration in Rossa's eyes.