He looked at her silently, understanding that she couldn't accept the situation.

Unfortunately, he believed it was the best choice at the moment.

He had been gradually forgetting her and Alexis. There were only brief moments during the day when he could remember them. When he eventually forgot them, he wouldn't feel any attachment to them anymore.

Being together in such a situation would only cause pain.

He gently explained, "Rena, maybe through the treatment, | can get my memories back."

Rena's lips trembled.

She knew he wouldn't have chosen this path if the situation hadn't been so severe.

Alexis was his life, and Rena knew he wouldn't have chosen to leave their daughter unless he absolutely had no other choice.

Overwhelmed with sadness, Rena had been crying incessantly, and her voice was now so low that it was hard for Waylen to bear. He held her gently, trying to comfort her.

“Don't cry, okay? If you cry, the baby in your belly will cry too."

Rena clung to his shirt, seeking solace in his embrace.

In the afternoon, Waylen once again secluded himself in the basement.

Rena stood at the entrance, her fingers gently caressing the thick door.

She didn't dare go in.

She was afraid to see his distant gaze, to witness him reading the diary repeatedly just to prolong their time together.

She knew Waylen was enduring tremendous pain.

He often suffered from headaches.

Sometimes, she wondered if he would be better off if he forgot her entirely.

Leaving quietly, Rena asked the driver to prepare the car.

The servant asked cautiously, "Do | need to bring Mr. Fowler some food?”

Rena was about to get in the car. When she heard this, she lowered her head and said, "There's food in there. Leave him alone. Don't disturb him."

She knew that Waylen was a proud man.