She let out a sigh, clearly tired of dealing with all of this.

Noticing the weariness etched between her eyebrows, Waylen tried to comfort her, "I don't know when I got that hair. Trust me, | haven't done anything to hurt you or the children."

His mention of the children was a smart move to appeal to her emotions.

But Rena couldn't help but sneer.

Waylen wanted to kiss her, hoping to dispel the indifferent look in her eyes, as if she was on the verge of giving up on him.

But instead, her hand landed with a loud slap on his face.

Her hand stung from the impact, but she couldn't bear to look at him.

"Get out."

Waylen was stunned.

When he regained his composure, his face darkened. He stared at her, saying each word with intensity, "Rena, that's a life."

Rena closed her eyes, her voice sounding ethereal.

“Her life is important. But doesn't my life and Alexis' life matter too?”

She chuckled softly.

“Waylen, do you think I'm cold-blooded? Let me tell you my real thoughts. | really want her to die. If she died, she wouldn't..." Rena murmured, her eyes filled with intensity. ©

"Renal"

Waylen's voice was stern, cutting her off. He couldn't allow her to continue down that dark path.

But Rena seemed undeterred.

In a harsh tone despite the gentleness in her voice, she said, "She'd better not play tricks again, otherwise... Mr. Fowler, | don't mind challenging the law."

Waylen's heart raced, realizing the depth of her anger and frustration.

He looked at her, trying to understand the real her. After a moment, he whispered, "Rena, who are you really? Look at yourself. You're not gentle at all.”

In response, Rena threw a magazine at him and retorted, “Then you can treat me as a bad woman."

Waylen gritted his teeth, feeling the tension between them.