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Jerome went up to the rooftop as instructed. Rain drizzled diagonally onto the edge of the rooftop. Sandra was holding little Sheila and sitting by the railing, her voice trembling with deliberate exaggeration: “Jerome! How dare you play with me!!” Jerome looked at her calmly and said in a deep voice: “The agreement we signed only concerns the child and the marriage. It never mentioned the Sanders Family. When did I ever play with you?” Sandra suddenly burst into laughter, tears mixing with rainwater streaming down her cheeks. “Jerome, must you be so ruthless? If you won't leave me any room to breathe, I'll take your child with me to death!” Little Sheila trembled in fear, but she sat motionless, her small hands clutching the railing tightly, not uttering a sound. “Sandra, do I need to remind you whose child little Sheila is?” Sandra's heart clenched, but a glimmer of hope flickered within her. He cares so much about little Sheila's origins; that must mean he still cares about he