Unbeknownst to Rena, Waylen embarked on a journey to Czanch, his footsteps guided by a purpose hidden in the depths of his heart.

Rena remained in blissful ignorance, the tapestry of her own day woven with the threads of routine.

The private plane touched down gracefully at the stroke of ten, like a phantom of the skies. Waylen’s arrival at the Evans family’ residence was well-timed, shortly before noon, leaving the mansion’s butler utterly surprised by the unexpected guest, Rushing to the grand hall, he announced with urgency, “Mrs. Zoey Evans, Mr, Waylen Fowler has arrived,”

Zoey’s heart raced with curiosity.

“What brings him here today?”

Her unease was rooted in the unresolved tension between their families. Mark, her son, and Waylen’s sister Cecilia had a tangled history that led to the birth of a child. For years, Mark hadn’t given Cecilia a home, and Zoey feared Waylen’s presence might ignite a storm of anger.

The butler hesitated, and then cautiously replied, “He appears troubled.” Zoey’s concern deepened.

At that very moment, Waylen entered, his demeanor unusually deferential, which only served to bewilder Zoey further.

Without delay, he extended his arm to escort Zoey to her room, away from prying eyes. He confided with a faint smile dancing on his lips, “I have something to share with you, in private

Zoey’s playful retort didn’t mask her relief.

“Waylen, what’s with all the secrecy?”

Waylen’s enigmatic smile remained.

When they arrived at the room, he unveiled an aged photograph on the table.

As Zoey donned her reading glasses to study it, she marveled, “This is an old picture of me. How did you manage to find this?”

When she flipped the photo over, her questions dissipated, replaced by a subtle shift in her expression.

Her eyes welled with a complex mix of melancholy and longing for days long gone by.

In fading ink, the reverse side of the photograph bore a message that tugged at Zoey’s heartstrings.

“I miss my beloved Zoey.”

Tears glistened in Zoey’s eyes as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

“Waylen, I recognize this handwriting.”

Her voice quivered, but the tears remained in check.

Waylen’s voice was hushed yet filled with a gentle solemnity.

“Jarrod entrusted this to me. He said… His life’s greatest regret was not having the chance to apologize to you.”

Zoey’s fingers caressed the photograph, and a sigh escaped her lips.

“He didn’t need to do that. Waylen, how is he?

For a fleeting moment, silence hung in the air, an unspoken truth. Zoey knew something bad might have happened to Jarrod.

Placing his hand atop Zoey’s, Waylen gently broke the silence.

“Jarrod has passed away. You were the last person in his thoughts.”

The words lingered, a poignant reminder of life’s fragility.

Zoey’s shock was palpable, yet instead of tears, she gently traced the handwritten words on the photograph.

Hy beloved Zoey.

When Zoey was young, she and Jarrod had been an incredible match, Their connection was undeniable, However, fate had other plans. A bitter feud divided their families. Jarrod’s family vehemently opposed his relationship with Zoey, uttering hurtful words, Zoey, known for her fierce spirit, couldn’t tolerate such discord. She made the bold decision to marry into the Evans family just half a year later.

Jarrod, unable to bear the constraints of his family’s disapproval, chose a different path.

He ran away from home and eventually found himself drawn into the world of psychics,

The ambiance in the room was heavy with silence. Zoey sat, her emotions hidden behind a stoic facade.

No tears, no cries – but Waylen understood the storm brewing within her.

In a hushed voice, Waylen began to share snippets of Jarrod’s history and his connection to the Fowler family. Zoey responded with a nonchalant tone, “I thought he had given up on everything. Yet, in the end, he helped my granddaughter.

For hours, Zoey remained in solitude, lost in her thoughts. Waylen stood by her side, offering silent support.

As evening descended, Mark returned home. He was taken aback to learn that Waylen was in the house.

Upon hearing from a servant that Zoey was in low spirits and that Waylen was with her, Mark decided to head straight to Zoey’s bedroom,

He approached the bedroom door, giving it a gentle knock.

Concern laced his voice as he inquired.

“Mom, why have you locked the door?”

The door creaked open, revealing Waylen.

He quietly closed the door behind him and explained, “Mark, your mother needs some time alone.”

Mark felt a sense of unease wash over him.

He took a few steps away from the door but couldn’t contain his curiosity.

“What’s wrong with my mom?”

Waylen paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

“An old friend of your mother’s has passed away.”

Mark’s confusion was palpable.

He racked his brain, but the identity of this old friend remained elusive. After all, the families had once been prominent in their own right, but the past was a distant memory now.

Waylen had originally intended to return to Duefron overnight. He missed Rena and the kids.

However, Mark’s insistence kept him back.

“Zoey isn’t feeling well. Having an extra person in the house might help, and she’s very fond of you.”

Waylen consented.

Mark took it upon himself to prepare a few dishes.

The night air was chilly, and Waylen stood alone in the courtyard, dialing Rena’s number to let her know where he was.

Rena’s gentle voice greeted him when she picked up.

“Dinner is ready, Will you be back for it

Waylen, undoing a button on his coat, whispered, “You and the kids should eat first. I’m away on business, and it might be difficult for me to make it back. If you have trouble sleeping, let Alexis sleep with you. She always likes to snuggle up to you the most.”

Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him to

to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart

it’s only been a day, but

heart did

Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one

up the phone, grinning. He joined

removed his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from

He looked incredibly handsome.

tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you

held his glass, a bittersweet smile

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

Cecilia wasn’t as forward

schedule had always made him unable

glass. Waylen was

a glass of wine for

two of them continued

Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely

have a few bites,” Mark

to visit his grave,

her head and gazed out of the window at the

voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t be visiting

Mark nodded.

Being a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the

asked him to take along some gifts he’d purchased

noon by the time Waylen returned

guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna,

She had an unassuming air

long, Danna hastily took

her white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather

Waylen an amused

Danna in such a way. It was

rush to get

he settled Rena onto his

come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

a car race to us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl car race next

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop

of this, Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer.

a tender gesture, He spoke

than anything, I want to

a man, providing his wife and children with the best

been to become a Lawyer, but now, his

had grown content with

was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called

luxurious villa, she was greeted by

go and have a chat with her,” the

moment she entered the Luxurious

the second floor, the servant knocked on the

voice emanated

her in,”

door opened, revealing the elegantly

evoking an air of opulence,

seated there, wearing a floral dress,

a mature and alluring

a light. Yet, at this

up Rena, the latter

make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena said

took a seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

and instructed, “Prepare a

coffee, she still couldn’t shake

a favor to

worked for Aline, but Aline had a

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself

cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted,

Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to

Ruth’s words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once

slender finger and traced

quite a bit of snow this

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of

She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now,

Rena didn’t elaborate

simply retrieved two tickets from within a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome.

request,

to say too much, She just asked softly,

Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth

move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to face consequences sooner or

a

car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

and Leonel

She touched his face with her cold

cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s

wet yourself again!

but gently turned Marcus over, removing his soiled pants and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered to

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get

with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded,

gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his

Marcus was carried over to

is hungry,”

inside out, responded without missing a

on the role of a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe

was engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in

Alexis to

one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free time, and a husband who loved her

crossed paths with

drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing

a miserable

the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while

betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But

splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man

smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure was

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