13: I Will Grant All Your Requests

The moment the message sent, a tranquility settled over Lillian. She had done her part. Now, she only needed to wait for a reply.

Oliver didn’t respond immediately. Glancing at the clock, Lillian reasoned that he might be at work, possibly in a meeting, entertaining clients, or his phone was on silent. He would see the message once his work was over.

Time crawled agonizingly slow, so she decided to sleep it off.

Lillian efficiently changed into her pajamas, drew the curtains shut, and the room fell into stillness. She climbed into bed and closed her eyes.

Ding—

Meanwhile, within a high-rise building of Qin Corporation, in a certain office, Serena, previously calm, was now gripped with agitation, her eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. She was fixated on the text message on her phone. It was a simple message but with profound implications: "I'm pregnant."

Initially, Serena had mistaken the incoming text as a work-related message for Oliver or some spam. It hadn't occurred to her that