“"Waylen... Waylen... Waylen Fowler!"

Rena ran downstairs with her hair disheveled.

She looked everywhere in the villa, but didn't see Waylen, who was not even in the basement.

She wondered where he could have gone.

As she was lost in thought, a slender figure entered from outside, shrouded in the soft glow of the light. Rena couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew it was him.

"Waylen!" She threw herself into his arms, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Waylen held her with one hand and gently rubbed her neck.

"What's wrong?” he asked in a soothing tone.

Rena pressed her face against his chest and expressed her fear as she said, "Waylen, I'm scared. I'm afraid that if you leave, you'll never come back.”

"Silly girl, how could that be?

Don't cry, or I'll feel sorry for you,"

Waylen coaxed, guiding her to sit down while placing a bag of breakfast on the table.

Still feeling somewhat dazed, Rena realized he had gone to buy breakfast.

Waylen tenderly touched her cold face, smiling gently.

"You haven't had a good appetite lately. You used to love breakfast from this shop, especially the soy latte. So | bought it for you,” he said as he handed her the delicious treat.

With her fingers trembling, Rena took a small sip of the soy latte.

The taste was somehow salty, akin to tears.

Sitting beside her, Waylen watched her eating.

After Rena had took a few bites of her breakfast, he broached a difficult topic.

"Rena, I've contacted a high-end sanatorium. The environment there is very good. | want to go there for treatment."

The fork in Rena’s hand fell onto the table, revealing her inner turmoil.

Waylen wanted to help her pick up the fork, but she acted quickly, taking care of it herself.