Rena felt her throat constrict, afraid to make any sudden movements that might provoke Elvira.

She didn't even dare to breathe. If Elvira's blade had moved one inch down, she would have been dead. She didn't dare to call Waylen. She was afraid that Elvira would be irritated.

Elvira's laughter echoed cruelly.

"In fact, | don't want to kill her. | only want you to suffer."

Eyes mad with anger, the woman took out a syringe from her pocket.

There was a yellowing reagent in it.

She threw it under Waylen’s feet and said coldly, "Inject this reagent, and you will forget her, forget everything. This is a good thing. This shot will put an end to my pain. Because you will gradually forget Rena and your unforgettable memories.”

After saying that, Elvira laughed crazily...

Waylen's face hardened, his heart aching at the prospect of losing his memories of Rena.

Rena, in tears, begged him not to do it.

"No. Don't do it. Don't do it.”

Rena was not afraid that he would forget her.

She was afraid that it was actually poison and Waylen would die because of this.

"Don't move," Waylen instructed Rena with a determined gaze.

He needed to buy time, to keep Elvira engaged while he figured out a way to save them both.

Elvira was crazy. Rena would die if Elvira was stimulated. He loved Rena and their child. He couldn't let anything happen to Rena, even if he had to trade his life for hers.

He picked up the syringe, fully aware of the consequences.

"I'll do it,” he said resolutely.

Tears streaming down her face, Rena pleaded with him once more, but Elvira's sick game was far from over.

“Hurry up, or I'll kill her immediately. One, two, three!" Elvira shouted.

Waylen immediately took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

His arms were beautiful and strong. On countless nights, he held Rena in those arms, but now... The needle pierced into the flesh and the pale yellow liquid was injected slowly. ©