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

and Rena remained

slumbered for a full

mind was a blank canvas, but then she rose from the bed and hurried

Alexis…

How was she?

beheld the other side, she

all equipment removed, leaving only an abandoned quilt

named Alexis

her face. She

here. Alexis…

her hair, desperate to shield her

stood frozen

and distorting her vision. The world before her

She couldn’t fathom it.

had merely dozed off. How could Alexis

her as she pounded the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen, yet she refused to

all seemed like an illusion,

slumber, Alexis would undoubtedly still

would surely rouse her from this bewildering dream… It had to be

held her tightly amidst the chaos. The

was streaked

succumbed to the stark reality that Alexis had

vanished from the

to her, his embrace a refuge of

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

Waylen endured it all.

animosity towards him, yet he

He held her.

onto the last remnants of

held her for

a daze. She murmured softly.

so young, surely frightened without her mother by her

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

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child. I need

descended, within the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking beyond

to Betty’s tomb stood a small

out of the car,

tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her

to her

moment, the harsh reality

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber

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

appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her

still plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was really

Rena questioned, “Alexis, are you

gripped

should Mommy do

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

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

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of tenderness

her for an

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

young, surely frightened

didn’t want Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further distress.

But Rena persisted.

She is my child. I need to see

family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of

to Betty’s tomb stood a small

of the car, her steps

giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling

clung to her palms, revealing tender

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

casting a somber

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

of her very

her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

questioned, “Alexis, are you departing

you gripped

What should Mommy

clutched a handful of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail

deny me a final

lift Rena up but his hand

he responded, “It was not a nice sight. I feared you

slipped into a trance-like

cruel beyond measure. She is your own flesh and blood.

fate were too painful

the soil she cradled onto the

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

devoid of

will bring you

give you

the chance to love

before your arrival, I imagined your countenance countless times,

night, my sweetest little

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked itself

withdrew from the heavens, shrouding the world in

stooped down and scooped Rena into his arms. “Let

realized she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her body

the ward, Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her

a hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, longing for

she remained unwilling to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of her emotional turmoil had rendered

Cecilia stood by her

contain her grief, Cecilia sobbed harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken

wiped away her

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

see the

being so

clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze fixed upon her face as

in

four long days, Rena lay ensconced

nighttime when she

prostrate on the edge of the bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she had once admired now bore

Rena observed him silently….

instant, Waylen roused from his

up at her in

their relationship, battered by the trials they had endured, languished in a

had formed between them, leaving them

and she whispered,

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

rose to fill

her head away, her tone icy.

face freezing, but he quickly resumed ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that

How many times must I say it?

ever so slightly as

each other’s gaze.

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