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.

After half an hour had passed, Waylen halted to collect Rena, who seemed to have encountered Darren prior to their meeting. Her eyes betrayed a hint of redness as she settled into the car.

Waylen, not typically known for his consideration, especially when it came to women, couldn't help but inquire with gentle concern, "You've already seen your father. He's fine, right? So why the tears?"

“I didn't cry," Rena hurriedly interjected, attempting to conceal her emotional turmoil.

Waylen chuckled softly, his voice a mere whisper, "Or could it be that you shed tears in anticipation of the hardship I will subject you to?

Fear not, for I have yet to make any moves. Why, then, have you wept?"

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Rena averted her gaze, unable to provide a response.

A knowing smile danced across Waylen's lips as he ignited the engine, stealing another glance at the rearview mirror.

Lo and behold, Harold persisted in his pursuit!

Amidst the bustling rush hour traffic, the road became plagued with a gridlock.

Seizing the opportune moment when they came to a halt at a red Light,

Waylen casually inquired about Darren's circumstances and Rena eagerly divulged every detail.

“Your suitcase is very small. Have you brought everything you need?"

Waylen suddenly inquired.

Rena pondered for a moment before replying, "There aren't any indoor

Slippers for women at your residence. I intend to purchase a pair."

Waylen offered a subtle nod, his agreement conveyed in the slight movement of his head.