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…

time in this very

remained

slumbered for a full

eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and hurried towards the

Alexis…

How was she?

the other side, she was struck

empty, all equipment removed, leaving only an abandoned quilt that once

named Alexis had

face. She pounded upon the glass door and called

is here. Alexis… Where have you

to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he

stood frozen in

distorting her vision. The world before her appeared

She couldn’t fathom it.

dozed off. How could Alexis

relentlessly. Her palm

seemed like an

awaken from this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

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

her tightly amidst the chaos.

arm was streaked with

succumbed to the stark reality that Alexis

had vanished from the

a refuge

repeatedly, her cries filled with hysteria.

Waylen endured it all.

towards

He held her.

onto the last remnants

held her for an

murmured softly. “Where

young, surely frightened

would trigger further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child. I need to

twilight descended, within the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in

to Betty’s tomb stood a

out of the car, her steps

way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of

clung to her

harsh

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber tone

played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon

face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if

somehow still plagued her thoughts as she

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are

you gripped by

should Mommy do

against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of her back

me a final glimpse of her?” Her words

He held her.

onto the last

her for an

in a daze. She murmured softly.

was so young, surely frightened without her mother

to go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You need

But Rena persisted.

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

the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked

Betty’s tomb stood a small

the

weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the

her

the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

with heavy clouds, casting a

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

down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if

as she pondered whether Alexis

“Alexis, are you departing without a

gripped

What should Mommy do without

fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the

final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with

up but his hand froze midair upon hearing

nice sight. I feared

into a trance-like

you are cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh

to describe Alexis’ fate were too painful for Rena

she

earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled within the soil, lacerating her hands, yet

devoid

I will bring

give

I never had the chance to love and pamper you

imagined your countenance countless times, yet none were as radiant as

my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

cloaked itself in

withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world

stooped down and scooped Rena into his

she had

upon the bed, her

tone, he whispered into her

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

awaken again? Maybe you should not have deceived

away her tears in

plan, they dared not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood at a

see the little

being

his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as he softly uttered,

in

Rena lay

when she finally

weary face resting against her hand. The visage she had once admired now bore the marks of exhaustion

Rena observed him silently….

Waylen roused

glanced up at her in

languished in a dire state. When they looked into

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

eyes fluttered closed, and

“Are you hungry? Let me

to fill a bowl

head away, her tone icy. “There’s no

on his face freezing, but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that you lack proper nutrition, so I

How many times must I say it? I

trembled ever so slightly as he

strangers, unable to meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps

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