Stephnie wished Lens was telling her the truth; she knew he had never told her a lie ever since their marriage. He was such a trustworthy man she had ever meant. But now, this story about Creamis is making her think otherwise. She was not eager either to draw up the wrong conclusion on this yet. She stood up and walked around. A lot of things were on her mind now. She knew she had to free her mind otherwise she will never find rest. She walked back to where Lens was sitting, she glanced at him thoughtfully, “What about the baby, she called her Jeanis Raff, do you want to talk about that too, it seems you and I are beginning to think—”