Under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, Waylen's eyes held a touch of nostalgia.

"! bought it when Rena and | first got together. | placed it in my apartment before, but now Alexis needs to learn the piano, so we moved it here."

Waylen gestured for Mark to take a seat.

Mark went to the sofa and gently placed a document on the table.

Waylen picked it up and began to read.

It was an internal document, seven pages long, detailing Elvira's major crimes and concluding with the prosecution's recommendation for the death penalty.

Mark's voice was deep as he confirmed, "Death penalty. If there are no accidents, it will be executed in two months."

His expression was complicated, a mix of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

He had heard something from insiders, understanding now how Alexis managed to survive after losing so much blood.

He realized that he had underestimated Waylen's ruthlessness when necessary.

The man was capable of doing anything when needed.

After reading the document, Waylen returned it to Mark, silently acknowledging that Mark's efforts played a crucial role in the swift resolution of the case. Despite their differences, they were still family when it mattered the most.

Waylen then walked over to the bar counter and retrieved a bottle of red wine and two goblets. With a smile, he asked, "Have a drink with me?"

The unspoken invitation suggested that Mark could spend the night at their villa.

However, Mark politely declined, glancing upstairs at Rena standing on the landing.

“Im good. | have a meeting tomorrow morning.”

Waylen didn't force Mark, but asked him to stay overnight.

However, Mark patted Waylen on the shoulder and said, “The driver is waiting for me.

Waylen, treat Rena right.”

All of a sudden, Mark looked like he had suddenly remembered something and frowned.

Anyway, he couldn't get over Cecilia.

Waylen didn't insist and didn't mention Cecilia, understanding that the wounds were still fresh.