She fixed her eyes on him. He had already taken his coat and was about to step out.

Waylen nodded in response.

He said, "I'll be back soon, Rena. It's an emergency."

“But dinner is ready. And Uncle Mark is leaving tomorrow morning.”

Holding the handrail, Rena walked down the stairs slowly.

She looked calm, but only she knew how much her hands were shaking.

Finally, she was standing in front of her husband. She said, "| can ask Uncle Mark to send a chopper. You don't have to take care of it yourself."

Waylen looked at Mark.

Taking a drag on his cigarette, Mark concurred, "I can help."

Waylen then looked back at Rena.

Rena smiled.

"See? You can rest assured with Uncle Mark's help. Waylen, you promised me that you wouldn't interfere in Mavis' business anymore, so leave this matter to me. What do you say?"

Rena wasn't stupid.

How in the world could such a coincidence happen?

Mavis was just pretending to be in danger.

She was really going to the extreme to get Waylen to her side. What if he didn't show up?

Had she consider that possibility? She could have died!

Rena didn't care about Mavis’ life. She had her own family to think about though, and she certainly wouldn't let Waylen risk his life to save Mavis’.

After saying that, Rena stared at Waylen.

Waylen reached out and gently stroked her face. He said gently, "It's rare for Uncle Mark to visit here. | can't have him taking care of something for me when he should be here with you and the rest of the family. | have to go. I'll be back tomorrow morning, okay?” ©

After saying that, Waylen turned around and started for the front door.

Holding his hand, Rena said in a soft voice, “Isn't your happy family enough to keep you here? Or do you just not trust me? You don't think | want her to be saved, do you?"