He couldn't imagine completely giving up on Rena. He didn't relish the idea of Rena entertaining other men and letting them pursue her.

Waylen sat in the car and smoked slowly.

Soon, the interior of his car turned hazy with cigarette smoke, obscuring him.

He smoked five cigarettes before shifting gears, stepping on the gas, and leaving Rena's villa. The guards at the gates of the villa saw Waylen drive away, but they all remained in their posts like statues.

Late at night, Waylen went back to the Fowlers’ house.

Korbyn was still awake. It was obvious that he was waiting for Waylen.

Waylen walked in and sat on the sofa, letting out a long sigh.

Korbyn glanced at his son and said crossly, "Don't you have a place to come back to? Why are you still living with your old folks?"

Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, Waylen retorted, "Cecilia's still living here.”

Korbyn sneered.

“Your sister's situation is different from yours.”

Waylen grinned.

Korbyn stared at him for a long time and said reluctantly, "You left your mother heartbroken when you divorced Rena. She cries herself to sleep every night because of your idiocy."

Waylen opened his eyes.

His mind was still in quite a mess. After a while, he asked softly, "Do you also want me to remarry Rena, Dad?"

Korbyn cleared his throat in response.

He replied, "That's not what | want. Whether or not you and Rena get back together doesn't matter anymore. To be honest, I'm only haranguing you to move out because | want Rena to move back in with the children." ©

That way, Korbyn and Juliette could take care of their grandchildren.

Waylen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You're that sure that Rena will move back in with Alexis and Marcus once | leave?"

Korbyn stared at Waylen.

After a while, the old man stood up and made his way upstairs. While going up, he shook his head and said, "You might as well forget everything and stop coming here.”