Ross sympathized with her plight, compelled to approach and whisper, "Mrs. Fowler, do board the car first. Considering your pregnancy, prolonged standing isn't good for your well-being.”

Placing her hands on her waist, Rena mustered a forced smile.

"You might be right; my back does feel a tad sore."

Ross chauffeured her back to the villa.

Upon arrival, she secluded herself within the study, drawing all the curtains.

Within the dimly lit confines of the study, Rena reclined on the sofa, intently listening to the recording on the voice recorder left behind by Waylen. After countless playbacks, she felt a renewed strength stirring within.

In the evening, she collected Alexis and headed to the Fowlers’ residence.

Upon entering, Edwin eagerly rushed over and greeted Rena with warmth, "Auntie Rena.”

Squatting down, Rena tenderly caressed the little boy's head.

A faint blush adorned his cheeks.

Observing Edwin's flushed face, Alexis made a playful expression, thinking he should feel embarrassed by such frequent blushes.

Korbyn and Juliette joined them.

Juliette whisked the two children away to indulge in desserts, while Korbyn inquired of Rena, "Have you seen him?"

In response to the question, Rena's reply was a gentle affirmation.

Preferring to shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge certain matters.

However, unbeknownst to her, Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to his network of spies.

Fixing his gaze on Rena with a shrewd gleam, he asked deliberately, "Aren't you angry at him for making such a request? Rena... Allow me to remind you, indulging him merely because he has done much for you is not wise. You don't need me to recount Waylen’s troubled past, do you? In any case, tolerance is not a sustainable solution. You slapped him so many times, but he still begged you to get back together, right?”

Rena maintained her silence.

Korbyn recognized her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh with Waylen now.

Care and concern for both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn's fatherly heart, leaving him with a throbbing headache.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to dine together.

As the dark silhouette of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it.