Andrea's retort to Mr. Sylvester was firm and direct, "If you're here for business, Mr. Sylvester, please leave. I'm pressed for time and can't entertain you."
Sylvester, taken aback by Andrea's assertiveness, recalled her previous shyness and timidity. Despite witnessing her boldness on live television, he had assumed it was a fleeting moment. Now, seeing her composed demeanor, he realized that Andrea had truly transformed.
A faint smile crossed his face as he accepted that he would carry the weight of defeat for the rest of his days. Recognizing Andrea's newfound strength, he found solace in the prospect of a worthy rival capable of erasing the shame of his loss to Mr. Singers.
Unperturbed by Andrea's response, he replied with composure, "Andrea, your father was a remarkable man and a role model to me. I hold him in high regard. I'm here to bid my final farewell."
Without waiting for Andrea to speak further, Sylvester made his way to a nearby chair and sat down. Subsequently, other guests arrived to offer their condolences, creating a somber atmosphere in the mourning hall.
After all the guests had arrived, Andrea expressed her gratitude to each of them before revealing the date for the final service and burial.
A candlelit procession was held in honor of Mr. Singers, following which everyone dispersed to their respective homes.
Once the guests had departed, Andrea retired to her room, only to be visited by Housekeeper Win. With a concerned expression etched on her face, Mrs. Win gently suggested, "Ma'am Andrea, I believe you should consider going to the hospital."
"Mrs. Win, there's no need to worry. I assure you, I am perfectly fine," Andrea responded with a reassuring smile, understanding the genuine concern Housekeeper Win held for her unborn child.
"Ma'am Andrea, if you're hesitant about the hospital, perhaps you could allow Doctor Smith to examine you after the burial," Housekeeper Win proposed, her anxiety evident.
This time, Andrea did not refuse. "That sounds like a good idea," she agreed.
Recognizing Housekeeper Win's genuine care and concern, Andrea realized that continually declining her offer would only leave Mrs. Win unsettled.
Housekeeper Win, having received the assurance she sought, left with a smile on her face. She had already arranged everything with Doctor Smith on behalf of Andrea.
A few days later, the funeral service took place. Andrea arrived dressed in black, accompanied by Tony and Tate.
As they took their seats, guests began to arrive one by one. Agatha also appeared, but she lacked the courage to approach Andrea, Tony, and Tate. Instead, she sat at the back, ensuring she remained unseen.
Shortly after, Mr. Singer's body arrived in a coffin, carried by a group of undertakers to the platform where the priest awaited. The burial service commenced immediately before the coffin was taken to the cemetery, where his grave awaited.
"As we were created from dust, so shall we return to dust," the priest recited before Mr. Singer's coffin was lowered into the grave.
Andrea, her eyes brimming with tears, scooped up a handful of sand and poured it into the grave. "Dad, I wish we could be together forever," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as she started to cry.
Tony, his eyes bloodshot and filled with tears, reached out to pat her back, offering comfort.
A few feet away, Agatha watched in sorrow as Mr. Singer's grave was slowly covered with sand, her face was lined with grief, tears glistening in her eyes.
As Andrea suddenly slumped to the ground, Agatha turned back, her heart clenching with worry. Housekeeper Win cried out in alarm, "Ma'am Andrea, don't scare me, please!"
"Call an ambulance!" Tony urgently instructed Tate, who had caught Andrea as she fell.
Clutching Tony's arm tightly, Andrea gasped in pain. "Tony, the baby is kicking," she said through gritted teeth, groaning in agony.
"Don't be afraid, Andrea. We're all here for you. You and the baby will be fine," Tony reassured her, his voice filled with concern.
Andrea bit her lower lip, nodding bravely as she endured the pain, her face a mask of suffering.
The ambulance arrived swiftly to take Andrea away, with Housekeeper Win and Tate following closely. Tony remained behind to tend to the guests.
Noticing Tony standing alone, Agatha approached him gently. "Tony," she called out softly.
Tony turned towards her with a look of anger before speaking harshly, "Agatha, spare me your presence. You only serve as a painful reminder of my past mistakes. I can never forgive you."
With those words, Tony walked away, leaving Agatha standing there, tears streaming down her face as she watched him go.
As the guests began to depart from the cemetery following Andrea's departure, Valentine Anderson unexpectedly arrived. Upon finding no one around, a frown creased his brow.
Upon hearing the news that Mr. Singers was Andrea's father, Valentine had initially doubted its veracity until he watched Andrea's live announcement. He hastily booked a flight from Vegas to Sunshine City, only to be delayed due to inclement weather.
"Why did everyone leave so quickly?" Valentine Anderson murmured in confusion. If he had arrived earlier, he would have known that Andrea had been taken to the labor room, and those who had come to offer their condolences couldn't continue in her absence.
Clad in black, Valentine Anderson approached Mr. Singer's grave. He knelt down and spoke apologetically, "I'm sorry for failing as a son-in-law. I hope you can give me another chance. I promise to treat her like the queen she is."
Recalling Mr. Singer's final words to him, Valentine Anderson sighed at his own foolishness. If he had only heeded the hint Mr. Singer had given him, he would have realized that Andrea was Mr. Singer's daughter.
Regretting his missed opportunity to impress his father-in-law, Valentine Anderson wiped away the tears streaming down his face. He vowed, "Mr. Singer, I will not present myself before your daughter until I become a man deserving of her. Your last words are a priceless treasure to me, and I will not let you down."
Valentine Anderson put down the flower he came with before turning around to leave the graveyard.