Checking the timestamp, Rena realized that this incident coincided with their phone call from the previous night. Ruth must have been the one to initiate the rendezvous. Rena had no doubt that Waylen must have declined her advances.

If Waylen had succumbed to Ruth's advances, there would be no gossip.

In most cases, men chose to keep their mistresses hidden from the public eye if they were truly having an affair.

Setting the newspaper aside, Rena continued having breakfast with the children. Alexis playfully fed a Large spoonful of rice to Marcus, coaxing him, "Marcus, eat more!"

Marcus eagerly devoured it.

Curious, Alexis pointed at the headline and asked in a hushed tone, “Mommy, is this dad's mistress?"

Rena couldn't help but be amused. Where had Alexis learned such words?

In a delicate tone, Alexis elaborated, "Leonel's father's mistress dresses just like her and she's so skinny!"

Rena chuckled and said softly, "No, dear. That woman is not your daddy's mistress. Your daddy doesn't want her."

Alexis fed another spoonful of rice to Marcus.

Deep down, she believed what her mother said was true because her mother was far more beautiful than that woman and her father was far from being blind.

In the afternoon, Rena took a nap and Later woke up feeling refreshed.

After tending to her personal grooming, she changed into a different outfit and planned to take a stroll in the backyard. Just then, a servant approached her, announcing, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is here and wants to see you.

Rena cast her gaze downwards, her lips curling into a faint smile.

It seemed that Miss Powell was really eager to take actions.

“Let her in!" Rena answered nonchalantly.

The servant nodded and then headed outside to summon Ruth.

Despite being an A-lister, Ruth was still taken aback by the grandeur of the Fowler mansion. She didn't come to her senses until the servant called her name twice.

As she followed the servant down the hall, she took note of how tasteful and Luxuriously decorated the place was.

At the end of the hall was a grand piano, and the hostess was playing it elegantly.

Ruth came from an art college and had accomplished a lot for her age, stereotyping all rich ladies like Rena to be incompetent girls who only knew how to play cards and socialize with other rich ladies. Thus, Rena's skills came as a surprise to her.

As Ruth stared, Rena sat perfectly upright, her Long brown hair draped over her slender back.