The man on the screen was her dad. She thought that he looked so good when he smiled.

"Mom, is dad coming back?" Alexis asked softly, seeking reassurance as she buried herself in her mother's arms.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Rena replied, stroking Alexis’ head gently.

“But dad is not feeling well right now. Let's give him some time, okay?"

Alexis actually could sense something was wrong.

Despite not being explicitly told, she knew that her father had been unwell, and his absences had become more frequent. When Waylen sometimes read her story books, the little girl noticed how his expression suddenly went blank in the middle of reading.

It turned out that it was all because he was sick.

Running back to her room, Alexis fetched a plastic stethoscope from her toy basket.

"Ill treat him," she said softly, her determination evident.

Moved by her daughter's innocent gesture, Rena hugged Alexis tightly.

Tears welled up in her eyes, for Alexis was the most precious gift Waylen had ever given her.

As autumn settled in, the once-lush phoenix trees began to shed their leaves, while the maple trees adorned the landscape with fiery red hues, painting the skies like burning clouds.

The airport was abuzz with people.

There were also countless reporters waiting at the entrance.

All of them were eagerly waiting for Waylen’s return.

Waylen was pretty well-known in the legal circle who suddenly quit years ago. It was only natural for the reporters to be eager to get a shot of his return.

Rena stood among the crowd.

‘She was accompanied by Ross Carson, a seasoned driver of the Fowler family.

As time passed, her hands grew sweaty with anticipation and nerves.

Waylen... She wondered how it would feel when she saw Waylen again, and if he would remember her.

Suddenly, the reporters rushed in one certain direction, their cameras flashing continuously.

Waylen had appeared, flanked by bodyguards.