Rena remained silent.

Wendy didn't dare say anything more and left with the documents.

Rena sat there in a daze for a while, and then gathered her things and left.

As she rode the elevator, she was lost in thought.

Waylen had been pestering her, not wanting a divorce, and now he was using their children to soften her heart. But he didn't know that it was exactly because of Alexis and Marcus that she had made this decision so quickly.

In the Exceed Group's hall, Waylen lounged casually on the sofa, dressed in an expensive ‘suit.

He wore a light gray shirt and a classic black suit jacket over it.

He seemed to be in high spirits, and no one could tell that he was facing the possibility of a divorce.

Rena walked out of the elevator, her heart heavy with conflicted emotions.

‘As she reached the foyer, Waylen stood up promptly, his eyes locking onto Rena's every move. He extended his hand to take her bag, his voice gentle as he said, "There's an activity today at the kindergarten, but Alexis will be finishing school soon. Let's go and pick her up together.”

Waylen's insightfulness led him to understand Rena's desire for privacy. He knew she wanted to shield their personal matters from public scrutiny.

Moreover, Rena longed to see Alexis happy, even amidst the complexities of their situation.

Complying with Waylen's suggestion, Rena entered his car.

The atmosphere between them was laden with tension, and Rena avoided conversation with him.

The most she asked each day was when he would sign the papers, to which he adamantly refused.

Waylen's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his emotions, saying in a deep voice, "Please fasten your seatbelt."

Rena came to her senses.

As she fastened the seatbelt, Waylen started the car, gently probing, "Shall we take Alexis and dine out later? She insisted on dining with us last night."

Rena understood his intentions well.

She remained silent for a while before finally saying, "After the divorce, you can still see Alexis and Marcus."

Waylen's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning pale.

With a gentle tone, he inquired, "What about you? Can't | see you?"