Jane did not let go of the bucket, but instead pleaded, "Look, ma'am, I can pick it up. Please just give me a chance. I need the money. Eight hundred a month would mean so much to me."

"..." Alex watched in pain, feeling as though there was something stuck in his throat and in his heart.

"Let it go, I'll take you in. Just let the bucket go first," the owner said.

Jane set the bucket down and looked at the owner in joy.

"I can tell that life hasn't been easy on you. Our restaurant doesn't usually accept pregnant employees. After all, we can't afford the consequences if you are to bump into something and get hurt. We'd much rather have a sixty-year-old lady to wash our dishes with a higher pay instead of hiring you," the owner continued.

"I can take care of myself, ma'am. Even… Even if something is to happen, I… I won't come after you. Please believe me. I'm not young anymore and I went through a lot to keep this child, I will definitely take care of it--"

The owner interrupted Jan