Waylen was accustomed to such hostility.

He entered resolutely and knelt before Mark.

Mark sneered again. “Your kneeling means nothing to me, Mr. Fowler. I cannot bear witness to it. What now? What have you done this time that you need to kneel and apologize?”

Waylen conveyed the doctor’s words to Mark.

Concern for Rena’s well-being had been weighing heavily on Mark’s mind and his heart sank upon

Mark asked Waylen, “What do you intend to do? Are you truly willing to watch your child perish? Can you be that merciless? If you dare to do so, I will end your life.”

Waylen calmly laid out his plan.

An icy silence engulfed the room.

Even Mark, who had been present throughout, was stunned by Waylen’s bold words. He was shocked and incensed. Without delay, he hurled the nearest object he could grab at Waylen…

It was a company stamp.

The stamp struck Waylen’s forehead with force.

Waylen couldn’t dodge at all.

A slender rivulet of crimson blood trickled down his countenance…

Undeterred, Mark positioned himself before Waylen and uttered with a quivering voice, “Waylen, have you pondered upon the repercussions of your actions? Can Rena endure it? What if… What if… If the baby really perishes, there will be no way back for you, Waylen. You will be doomed.”

Waylen slightly closed his eyes and replied, “I know. I am well aware.”

Waylen found himself without alternatives.

Rena’s loathing towards him was intense. He couldn’t offer her anything. He could no longer bear witnessing her agonizing in pain either. If she had even the slightest chance recovering in a different setting, he was willing to… He was willing to… set her free.

Mark maintained silence for an extended duration.

However, Waylen understood that Mark concurred.

Waylen wiped the blood from his brow, rose to his feet and departed.

As the door shut, Mark’s anger erupted in solitude. He forcefully shoved the papers to the floor and berated, “He is insane. If he truly loved her, why did he inflict so much harm upon her before?”

While venting his frustrations, Mark dejectedly took a seat.

His eyes were bloodshot. In truth, he knew this course of action could, at the very least, save Rena’s life.

Waylen returned to the ICU ward.

Rena remained fixated on the baby. He couldn’t determine if she slept more than three hours a day.

She was gradually expending her life for the sake of this child.

Following Waylen’s decisive choice, he felt a tinge of sorrow. It was an emotion he had never

experienced before but now he comprehended it.

He was a husband and a father.

Yet, he had failed in all his duties.

He had caused his wife to endure such suffering…

He embraced her.

Perhaps it would be the last time he could hold her so unabashedly.

Naturally, Rena resisted.

Waylen clung to her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and whispered, “Allow me to hold you for a while. Just this once, Rena… Please don’t push me away.”

She lacked the strength and simply allowed him to embrace her in silence.

He couldn’t perceive her warmth.

Nevertheless, he pressed close to her neck, inhaling her scent, evoking countless cherished memories of their time together.

It was evident that he loved her…

She was the first woman he had made love to.

He kept her by his side, showering her with various gifts to please her, engaging in battles with Harold for her sake, and feeling jealousy towards Tyrone, Robert and Zack…

Every time she shed tears, he fretted over her, and every time she left him, he regretted it deeply.

Clearly, he loved her…

Waylen kissed her hair and whispered with a tremor in his voice, “Rena, I love you.”

Rena stiffened.

It mattered not to her anymore whether he harbored love for her or not.

No response came from her. He sealed his eyelids shut and clasped her with increased intensity, as though he intended to expend every ounce of his strength. The pressure inflicted upon Rena caused her great pain and discomfort. In a raspy voice, she uttered, “You’re hurting me.”

“I am in pain. Rena, I am hurting.”

In the past, she had always worried about him but, now, no matter how much he suffered, she remained indifferent.

The nurse entered, bearing medication, but was overwhelmed by the scene.

Subsequently, the nurse placed the medicine down and hurriedly departed.

Waylen gazed at the two pills resting on the tray. Rena had previously taken antidepressant pills but, today, those two pills had been replaced by sleeping pills.

Should Rena consume them, she would succumb to a slumber lasting at least ten hours.

Slowly, Waylen released his hold on her.

His voice quivered slightly as he said, “Rena, it is time for you to take the pills.”

Rena did not refuse the medication. She acknowledged her illness and was willing to undergo treatment. Soon enough, she ingested the two pills with warm water.

Drowsiness gradually enveloped her….

She experienced an unprecedented weariness, as if she could slumber for an eternity.

“Waylen… Why do I feel an overwhelming desire to sleep?”

Rena began to feel a pervasive weakness throughout her body. Then she found herself cradled within his embrace.

He gently placed her upon the bed and observed her silently.

Prior to giving birth, she weighed about 110 pounds, yet now she had dwindled to a mere 80 pounds. She had become nothing but skin and bones, her delicate visage evoking deep concern.

Waylen tenderly caressed her face, assessing her temperature.

After a considerable duration, he removed the necklace from around her neck. Adorning it was a ring he had bestowed upon her.

Only when she was ensconced in slumber could he delicately slide the diamond ring onto her ring finger.

He and she had finally become a genuine couple.

Waylen reclined, cradling her within his arms, and buried his face in the curve of her neck. In an instant, her neck was moistened….

Alexis was surviving…

freeze time in

and Rena remained a

a full

her eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from

Alexis…

How was she?

Rena beheld the other side, she was struck

room stood empty, all equipment removed, leaving only an abandoned quilt

named Alexis

streamed down her face. She

is here. Alexis… Where have you

to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he informed her, “Alexis is no longer

stood frozen

fluttered, tears welling up and distorting her vision.

She couldn’t fathom it.

off. How could Alexis

relentlessly.

an illusion, a

from this slumber, Alexis

commenced a frenzy of destruction. She believed that the shattering sounds would surely rouse her from

her tightly amidst the chaos.

arm was streaked

succumbed

vanished

embrace a refuge of soláce. He

with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis

Waylen endured it all.

animosity towards him, yet he could

He held her.

the last remnants

held her for an

herself in a daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she? I need to see

young, surely frightened without her

further distress.

But Rena persisted.

is my

the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees,

tomb stood a small

stumbled out of the car, her

weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up

her

harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber

descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as

face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had been wrenched

her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

are you departing

you gripped by

should Mommy do without

her chest, bowing her body.

me a final glimpse of her?”

He held her.

held onto the last

her

daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she? I need

frightened without her

go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

must go. Waylen… She is my child. I need to see

the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking

to Betty’s tomb stood a

of the car, her steps

she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up

her palms,

the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over

the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning the loss of

appeared devoid of her very

as

“Alexis, are

you gripped by

Mommy do

her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette

a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled

but his hand froze midair

nice sight. I feared you would never forget seeing her

into a trance-like

She is your own flesh and blood.

words to describe Alexis’ fate were too painful for Rena to

the soil she cradled onto the

grave. Sharp stones mingled within the soil, lacerating

devoid

I will bring you

give you

the chance to love and pamper

imagined your countenance countless

my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked itself

from the heavens,

and scooped Rena into his

her, he realized she

upon the bed, her

he whispered into her ear, longing

remained unwilling to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her subconsciously resistant to acceptance, thus prolonging her

and Cecilia stood by her

contain her grief, Cecilia sobbed harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived her… Oh, the

wiped away her tears

Korbyn were privy to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to

They couldn’t see the little one

being so

anguished cries of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as he softly uttered, “I have

stood in stunned

days, Rena lay

when

the bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she

Rena observed him silently….

an instant, Waylen

glanced up at her

by the trials they had endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s eyes at the

absence, a void had formed between them, leaving them with nothing to

closed, and she whispered, “Please

voice, Waylen tenderly replied, “Are

to fill a

head away, her tone

soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that you lack proper nutrition, so I had the servant

times must I say it? I don’t need

so slightly as he gently set the bowl

each

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