"Rena," Waylen uttered her name softly as he approached her.

Standing tall in the sunlight, Rena's ring finger adorned with an exquisite diamond ring, which seemed to pierce into Waylen's eyes.

“Ive read the diary and heard the recording," he said in a hoarse voice.

He had so much to say, but in this very moment, even as the chief lawyer known for his sharp tongue in the court, he found himself at a loss for words.

He looked so lost.