Jazlyn was slightly taken aback but still replied honestly, "Yes, that's him."

Waylen's tone became cooler as he inquired further, "Is he married?"

Confused by the line of questioning, Jazlyn replied truthfully, "Hector is 35 years old and comes from a privileged background, but he has never been married. As far as | know, he doesn't have a girlfriend either.”

Unmarried and without a girlfriend...

Waylen's lips tightened and he said, "Alright, | see. You can go now.”

Jazlyn took the document and prepared to leave.

However, Waylen stopped her with another question.

"When is Rena's prenatal check-up scheduled? Which hospital is she going to? Send me the time and address."

Amused by his interest, Jazlyn laughed.

"Sure, I'll send it to you later."

When Waylen arrived at the hospital, it was about eleven o'clock in the morning.

He spotted her sitting alone on a bench, quietly examining the ultrasound report in her hand.

He approached her slowly, knowing that she was all by herself, not accompanied by that so-called Mr. Jones.

Rather than feeling angry, he sat down beside her, stretched his body, and glanced at her, saying, "Let me have a look.”

Rena handed him the report.

“Almost five months. You've already chosen a name for him—Marcus," Rena revealed.

Peering at the ultrasound result, Waylen inquired, “Is it a boy?"

Rena nodded, gazing at his handsome face. In that moment, she couldn't help but imagine that he would suddenly recover his lost memories and say to her, "Rena, I'm sorry for being late."

But she knew it was only a wishful thought.

Waylen, still grappling with memory loss, was merely playing the role of a devoted husband.

He had come to the hospital out of fear that Rena might have an affair.

She was right; after sitting with her for a while, he gracefully escorted her downstairs without even inviting her to lunch.