Tears welled up in Rena’s eyes, but she remained silent.

She knew they should avoid arguing at times like this.

The black car sped through the night.

Half an hour later, they finally reached the hospital.

The examination showed that Marcus had acute pneumonia, but it wasn't a severe case.

However, he had to stay in the hospital for a week.

Her son was only a few months old and she knew that the drip would be painful for him.

Thinking of this, Rena's heart ached.

That night, Marcus’ fever finally subsided a little.

Rena sat at the edge of his bed, gently touching his little face with remorse. She felt guilty, thinking that moving from one place to another was detrimental to his health.

Waylen stood by the window, quietly observing Rena.

Over the past few days, he had seen her as an alluring woman, but now, she was a devoted mother, deeply concerned about her child.

She appeared so vulnerable now.

Unable to resist the urge, Waylen walked over to Rena, gently stroking her long hair, and rested her head against his abdomen. Surprisingly, Rena didn't push him away immediately.

She even closed her eyes briefly, finding some comfort in his touch.

However, the warmth lasted only a few seconds before Rena quickly distanced herself from him.

Waylen's voice turned hoarse as he said, “You should rest. I'll take care of Marcus."

Although Rena agreed, sleep eluded her.

She went to the bathroom and fetched a warm towel to wipe Marcus’ body.

Waylen stood behind her and asked in a low voice, "How did we get along in the past?”

Rena paused in hanging the towel.

She knew him well enough to understand what he meant by that question.