The missing five years of Waylen's memory seemed insignificant to everyone else. Only Rena would experience loneliness after every night they spent together.

Yes, loneliness consumed her heart.

She had done her best to be considerate and gentle, setting an example of a good wife.

But she couldn't find her way into Waylen's heart or earn his love. He treated her as any wealthy man would treat his wife - expecting her to give birth to a legitimate heir for him and the Fowler family.

When she reached eight months of pregnancy, Waylen stopped touching her. ©

His social engagements increased.

She had no right to complain.

In early winter, during the first snowfall, she gave birth to Marcus, the eldest grandson of the Fowler family. ©

Marcus weighed about eight pounds.

Korbyn was overjoyed. Despite Cecilia's reproaches, he refused to acknowledge any preference for his grandkids.

"I value all my grandchildren equally!" he insisted.

In truth, he loved Alexis the most.

However, being the boy of the family, it was Marcus who would carry on the Fowler family’s legacy someday in the future, but Korbyn would never admit to favoring one grandchild over another.

Cecilia rolled her eyes playfully.

She took good care of Rena and cradled the baby in her arms.

"Look, Rena, he resembles you!"

Despite her fatigue, Rena leaned over and observed the child closely.

He did look like her, especially with his soft, dark brown hair.

His eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to hers, and even the bridge of his nose...

Korbyn exclaimed to his wife, "The Evans family genes are truly powerful!"

Coincidentally, Waylen opened the door and stepped inside.

Even after becoming a father of two children, he remained flawlessly handsome.