Waylen was furious at her magnanimity.

He looked away and lit a cigarette, only to stub it out after a couple of drags.

Impatiently, he inquired, "Are you considering remarriage?”

Rena pondered for a moment and replied, "| probably won't remarry. But | can't say for certain. Fate might introduce me to the right person someday."

Waylen couldn't help but think of Hector

Rena and Hector had appeared quite close at the banquet.

At the next intersection, Rena politely asked Waylen to get out of the car, but he insisted on going back with her and seeing their two children.

Rena fell into a contemplative silence, her words finally breaking the quiet atmosphere.

"Waylen, | don't care if you regret your actions or just suddenly become interested in me again. What | need you to understand is that you can see the children if you want, but please refrain from harassing me physically and verbally. Otherwise, we can't coexist peacefully.

It's too late now; maybe next time."

Deep down, Rena knew he didn't genuinely want to see the children. A man and a woman alone together at night, if he forced her, she would be defenseless. ©

In the end, Waylen got out of the car.

Ross praised Rena for standing her ground and doing the right thing. He believed that men should be put in their place like this.

Feeling weary, Rena arrived at a lavish single villa as the night grew darker.

She tightened her shawl around herself and slowly ascended the stairs to check on her two children.

Korbyn's generosity allowed her to take Alexis and Marcus with her. ©

This made her deeply grateful.

Marcus, being young, had fallen asleep after his meal. The nanny had taken good care of the little boy.

Rena entered Alexis' room which was adorned in pink.

She found her daughter in a cute onesie, lying on the bed.

Rena took off her high-heeled shoes and gently patted Alexis on the backside.

Alexis turned over, her face tender as she touched Rena’s clothes.