That woman is digging her own grave. Why did you even try and get involved?" ©

Korbyn's patience had reached its limit.

Suddenly, weariness washed over him like a heavy wave.

Late at night, the soft glow of the light illuminated his face, emphasizing the exhaustion etched upon it.

He waved his hand and sat down. With a weary sigh, he said, "Maybe this is fate. Rena wants to divorce you. It's hard for me and your mom to see her go. But after giving birth to Alexis, she suffered from severe postpartum depression, and Waylen... | understand you have your own thoughts and feelings. But please remember, | won't tolerate you marrying someone who's not right for you

As for our family's assets, they belong to Alexis and Marcus, no one else. ©

There is no money for other women.”

Waylen also sat down gently.

He gently took out a cigarette and lit it, the smoke swirling around him as he mulled over his father's words.

After a brief pause, he spoke up hoarsely.

"Dad, | don't want to divorce Rena."

Korbyn's heart softened as he saw the sincerity in his son's eyes as he let out a sigh once more.

"Waylen, I'm also a man. | know it's not easy for you either. But remember, before your memory loss, you and Rena loved each other deeply. What you shared with Elvira is nothing compared to the bond you have with Rena.

The more she loves you, the more she'll be hurt. That's exactly why she’s now so disappointed at you."

With his mind heavy with thoughts, Waylen remained in the study until the first rays of dawn emerged.

Finally, he mustered the strength to visit Alexis.

The little girl was asleep.

Her long eyelashes were slightly quivering.

Her face was as sweet as a ripe peach, making him want to cuddle her close.

Waylen gazed at Alexis for a long moment, planting tender kisses on her forehead.

He adored his daughter's intelligence and charm; she was truly a delight.

However, time was running short, and Waylen needed to prepare for an important trial at the law office. He headed back to his room, intending to change his clothes.