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…

yearned to freeze time in this very

Rena remained

slumbered for a

first, her mind was a blank canvas, but then

Alexis…

How was she?

Rena beheld the other side,

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

named

upon Rena, tears streamed down her face. She pounded upon the glass door

here. Alexis… Where have

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

stood frozen

up and distorting her vision. The world before her appeared

She couldn’t fathom it.

dozed off. How could Alexis vanish

the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet she

all seemed like an illusion, a haunting

this slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly

frenzy of destruction. She believed that the shattering sounds would

held her tightly amidst the chaos.

arm was streaked with

upon the wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark

vanished from the

to her, his embrace a refuge of soláce. He uttered, “Rena, please

him repeatedly, her cries filled with hysteria. “Waylen… Alexis is gone.

Waylen endured it all.

animosity towards him, yet he could

He held her.

onto the last

her for an

softly. “Where is she? I need to

frightened without her mother by

further distress. “Give it

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child. I need to see

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

to Betty’s tomb stood a

stumbled out of the car, her steps

she caught sight of the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground,

to her

moment, the harsh reality finally sank

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over

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

appeared devoid of her very

still plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

“Alexis, are you

gripped by

What should Mommy

chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the

you deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with

He held her.

held onto the last

her for an

murmured softly. “Where is she? I need

was so young, surely frightened without her

fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more

But Rena persisted.

is my child. I need to see

the earth lay cloaked in

to Betty’s tomb stood

the

diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of fresh,

her palms, revealing

the harsh reality finally sank

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber

the sun began its descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning the loss of a fragile

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

somehow still plagued her thoughts as she

questioned, “Alexis, are you

gripped by

should Mommy do

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

did you deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with

Rena up but his hand froze midair upon hearing her

was not a nice sight. I feared you

slipped into a

measure. She is your own flesh and blood. How could you…

words to describe Alexis’ fate were too

the soil she cradled

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

actions were devoid of conscious

I will bring you

give

I never had the chance

countenance countless times, yet none were

night, my

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked

final sliver of light withdrew from the heavens,

scooped Rena into his arms. “Let

cradled her, he realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her body unnaturally

Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her body attended to by Waylen’s gentle

a hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing

that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered her

and Cecilia stood by

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

her tears

to Waylen’s wild plan, they dared not cling to hope. After all, the odds stood

couldn’t see the little

was being so

hearing the anguished cries of his mother and sister, Waylen clasped Rena’s hand,

in

days, Rena

when

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

Rena observed him silently….

an instant, Waylen roused from his

at her

by the trials they had endured, languished in a dire state. When they looked into each

a void had formed between them, leaving them with

eyes fluttered closed, and

hoarse voice, Waylen tenderly replied, “Are you hungry? Let

fill a bowl with

her tone icy. “There’s no

the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued,

it. How many times must I say it? I don’t

trembled ever so slightly as he gently

to meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it was

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