Rena didn't want to talk about this in front of the children. Instead, she accompanied Alexis and helped her with her homework.

Waylen struggled to suppress his anger.

He felt jealousy bubbling within him, despite knowing he had no grounds to question Rena.

In the dead of night, Rena cradled Marcus in her arms on the bed, gazing at his plump face, her mind wandering into deep contemplation.

Marcus bore a striking resemblance to Waylen.

Their eyebrows and eyes were strikingly similar.

With tender affection, Rena lightly caressed Marcus’ eyebrows with her slender fingers.

Although Marcus was generally obedient, he began to fuss in the middle of the night, refusing to drink milk.

His face flushed, and he stubbornly turned away from the bottle.

Rena gently pressed her cheek against his, and the little boy nestled into her arms. He eagerly sought sustenance through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

Concern filled Rena's heart as she fretted over Marcus.

At just over two months old, he had been weaned from breast milk.

As Rena glanced towards the closed door of another room of this suite, she could hear soft snores. Waylen and Alexis were sleeping soundly there.

After hesitating for a moment, Rena decided to unbutton her pajamas.

Marcus latched on contentedly, finding comfort in the maternal embrace even if he couldn't find any milk. In the stillness of the dark night, the soft sound of a child nursing was mesmerizing.

Waylen heard everything since he couldn't fall asleep.

After lying in bed for a long time, he couldn't resist getting up quietly.

Rena turned away at the sight of him, her back facing him.

Waylen couldn't see her expression, but he gently touched Marcus' soft hair and asked in a hushed voice, "Does it hurt?"

Rena felt somewhat embarrassed by the question.

After a brief moment, she replied softly, "Go back to sleep."

Tomorrow... Marcus would be discharged from the hospital, and Rena wouldn't have to deal with Waylen's persistent presence all the time.