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…

to freeze time in this

and Rena remained

slumbered for a

opened her eyes. At first, her mind was a blank canvas, but

Alexis…

How was she?

beheld the other side, she

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

named

She pounded upon the glass door and called out

Mommy is here. Alexis… Where have

body enfolded Rena’s trembling form. Waylen held her tightly, pressing his lips against her hair, desperate to shield her from further anguish. In à hoarse voice, he informed her, “Alexis is

frozen

eyelids fluttered, tears welling up and distorting her vision. The world before her

She couldn’t fathom it.

merely dozed off. How

the glass relentlessly. Her palm grew swollen,

like an

slumber,

the shattering sounds would surely

tightly amidst the chaos. The ward lay

arm was

wreckage before her, Rena gradually succumbed to the stark

vanished

a refuge of soláce. He

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

Waylen endured it all.

that Rena harbored immense animosity towards him, yet he

He held her.

held onto the last remnants of

her for an

herself in a daze. She murmured softly.

surely frightened without

further distress. “Give

But Rena persisted.

Waylen… She is my child.

the earth lay cloaked in the

to Betty’s tomb stood a small

the car,

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

her palms, revealing tender

that moment, the harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone

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

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

her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was

are

you gripped by

Mommy

chest, bowing her body. Even through

me a final glimpse of her?” Her

He held her.

held onto the last

her for

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

so young, surely frightened without her mother by her

further distress. “Give it one more day. You need

But Rena persisted.

must go. Waylen… She is my child.

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

Betty’s tomb stood a small

the car, her

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

to her

harsh reality finally

Alexis was truly gone…

sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone

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

appeared devoid of her very essence,

still plagued her thoughts as she pondered

questioned, “Alexis, are you

you gripped by

What should Mommy do

chest, bowing her body.

a final glimpse of her?”

to lift Rena up but his hand froze midair upon hearing her

not a nice sight. I feared

into

“Waylen, you are cruel beyond measure. She is your own

describe Alexis’ fate were too

she cradled onto

earth upon the grave. Sharp stones mingled

devoid

I will

give you

I never had the chance to love and

before your arrival, I imagined your countenance countless times, yet none were

night, my

Mommy is here…”

sky cloaked itself

of light withdrew from the heavens,

stooped down and scooped Rena into his

realized she had succumbed to

ward, Rena lay tranquilly upon the bed, her body

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

unwilling to rouse from her slumber. The doctor affirmed that the weight of

Cecilia stood

Cecilia sobbed harder. “Waylen, will Rena never awaken again?

wiped away her tears in

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

They couldn’t see the little one

was being

clasped Rena’s hand, his gaze

in

four long days, Rena lay ensconced

was nighttime when she finally

bed, his weary face resting against her hand. The visage she had once admired now bore

Rena observed him silently….

Waylen roused from his

glanced up at her

in a dire state. When they looked into each other’s

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

eyes fluttered closed, and

Waylen tenderly replied, “Are you hungry? Let me fetch you something

fill

turned her head away, her tone icy. “There’s no

attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that you

it. How many times must I say

ever so slightly as he

meet each other’s gaze. Perhaps it was easier to communicate this

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