Harold's reaction was one of scorn, his expression tainted with cynicism.

But what about Rena?

The question lingered unspoken as he swiftly made his way to his car, determined to catch up with Waylen's vehicle.

Gently gripping the steering wheel, Waylen cast a quick glance at the rearview mirror, his eyes locking onto Harold's car trailing behind him.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, for he had no intention of shaking off Harold. Instead, he purposefully drove at a leisurely pace, ensuring that Harold could easily keep up with him.