After hearing the news that the doctor conveyed about what was happening to Veronica, Darwin joined in. He deliberately followed the medical staff who were moving Veronica from the delivery room to the intensive care unit or ICU. In his mixed emotions, Darwin couldn't think or say anything. One thing he had been repeating in his heart all this time was a prayer for safety and hope to God, that his wife could recover and return to her normal condition as before. "Stay strong, Win. Veronica will surely wake up soon. We all believe she can get through this," Kennedy said, trying to comfort Darwin, who appeared distressed. "Yeah, Win. You have to stay strong," Randy added with a serious expression. "If you feel down and hopeless, it's not good for Uncle Damian and your newborn baby. Besides, just stay calm, and if you need anything, we'll all help you and Veronica, no matter what it is." Darwin nodded ag

 "Veronica, how's it going? When are you going to announce your baby's name? We're all waiting for it. It's like waiting for the announcement of the elected president, taking forever," complained Randy while visiting Veronica in the hospital. Two days after undergoing post-delivery care and getting through the critical period, Veronica's condition could be considered improving. She could now sit up and even slowly get used to holding her newborn baby. Veronica was certainly delighted. Besides being allowed to sleep together, she had also started slowly breastfeeding, after allowing her son to consume formula milk for a few days. At this point, almost all the family members had come to visit her. From the presence of her husband, followed by her in-laws, and not forgetting Darwin's cousins who never missed a visit and always livened up the atmosphere. "What's the big deal, anyway? You see

Day by day, month by month, time passed by just like that. Andromeda, who was eagerly awaited just yesterday, is now one year old. Thinking that their son has adapted well and believing that Andromeda can be left on his own, Veronica decided to start working again. Of course, making this decision was not easy. There were many considerations and lengthy discussions that she had to engage in with her husband. Initially, Darwin was hesitant as well. He was worried that their son might lack love and attention if Veronica divided her focus and thoughts between work. "Darling... you don't need to worry. Didn't we already discuss this when I was pregnant with Andromeda?" Veronica asked during their serious conversation. "Yes, Ve," Darwin nodded. There was no way he could forget something so important. "I'm not forgetting. The issue now is that I'd feel sorry if Andromeda suddenly had to be taken care of full-time by a babysitte

"All night long, Veronica couldn't stop thinking about what Darwin said about his stepmother. Veronica's inner thoughts continued to churn. A dilemma arose within her - should she follow Darwin's advice to reconcile or stick to her decision to maintain distance, or if possible, continue to pretend that Cristina doesn't exist in her life. Distracted and lost in thought since waking up, Darwin noticed and was puzzled. He finally spoke up, inquiring about his wife's state. "Ve, what's bothering you? You've been silent for a while now," the man asked curiously. Veronica looked up, smiled faintly, and then shook her head. "It's nothing," she replied briefly, continuing her breakfast. Now, Darwin smiled. He reached out for Veronica's free hand and held it gently. Even though they had only been together for a few years, he seemed to understand what was going on with his wife.&nb

"What's this, Mom?" Randy asked as he looked at the photos in his hand one by one. That day, in an office building, Randy Walters appeared puzzled. Having just finished his work, he was suddenly presented with several photos of women to look at and consider. "These are photos, Randy. Why are you asking like it's something unusual?" Randy immediately looked up. He took a deep breath, trying to remain patient, hoping not to be provoked by what his mother had just said. "Randy knows that these are photos. What I mean is, why did you give me so many photos, Mom?" "Well, it's for you to choose. There are four photos of women that I've selected as potential daughters-in-law. Please choose the one that suits your taste." "Mom..." Randy interrupted, placing all the photos on the table, a difficult-to-interpret expression on his face. "We've discussed this so many tim