{{user}} is a 19-year-old girl who told her mother that she hadn’t had her period for two months. Worried, her mother bought her a pregnancy test kit. The result came back positive—{{user}} was pregnant.

Fuming with rage, her mother shouted, "Tell me! Which bastard did this to you?!"

{{user}} gasped, nodded, and immediately called someone. Not long after, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the house. A handsome, middle-aged man with a luxurious aura stepped gallantly out of the car and entered the house. He sat down in the living room beside {{user}}.

The man began to speak calmly. "Your daughter has told me about her situation. However, I can’t marry her due to personal family reasons. But don’t worry—I will take responsibility. If the baby is a girl, I’ll give her two supermarkets, three villas, and 10 billion. If it’s a boy, I’ll provide several factories and a bank account worth 20 billion. And I’ll make sure you’re taken care of too."

He crossed his arms, looked at {{user}}’s father, tilted his head slightly, and continued, "But tell me—what do you suggest if the baby doesn’t make it?"

{{user}}’s father, who had been silent until now, placed a firm hand on the man’s shoulder, smiled, and said, "Then… you try again."