Was Rena tired of him and their life?

If he had treated her better, would she wake up immediately?

As the hours stretched on, Rena was transferred to a VIP ward, her still form a stark contrast against the sterile hospital setting.

The delicate fabric of her gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the fragile life intertwined with her own.

Her pale face bore the remnants of her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs of bruises.

Waylen, determined to remain by her side, disregarded his own injuries and stayed faithfully beside her. He held Rena's cold hand with his eyes fixated on her face.

Outside the room, Juliette was caught in a poignant dance of grief, her heart heavy with the weight of the circumstances.

Waylen said gently, "Mom, can you go ask the Moore family's members if they need any help?"

Juliette nodded silently, tears still cascading down her face.

Their family owed the Moore family a big favor and they couldn't leave Harrison alone.

After Juliette left, there were only two people left in the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on the back of Rena's hand, which streamed down from Waylen's eyes.

“Rena, my regrets run deep. I should never have allowed you to attend the premiere. If I could turn back time, I'd choose to hold you close, keeping you safe within our house."

His voice quivered with emotion as hot tears continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on her still features.

Yet Rena remained ensconced in a realm of unconsciousness.

Just as the doctor said, her body had fallen into dormancy. Her dreams were untroubled by his confessions, her heart untouched by his regret.

The night had draped itself in the shroud of darkness, the sky painted with obsidian hues and sparkling stars.

Waylen's gaze wandered toward the window, where the world beyond was shrouded in a veil of heavy snowfall. His voice, gentle and laden with longing, resonated through the room.

"The night sky wears a snowy gown, and our children must be frolicking in delight. Rena, if you could awaken, I'd take you back home. We'd sip on warm milk and watch as our little ones fashion snowmen, their laughter ringing through the crisp air."

His fingers brushed Rena's cheek tenderly, her skin cool to the touch.

A wave of emotion surged within him, the weight of his heartbreak threatening to overcome him. Tears welled in his eyes, a silent testament to his sorrow.

A profound ache pierced his chest, and he leaned close to Rena, his lips grazing her neck as he whispered, his voice heavy with anguish, “Rena, the doctor speaks of your potential awakening tomorrow morning, but I cannot bear even a moment's wait."

Fear clung to him, a relentless shadow that refused to dissipate. Closing his eyes was a risk he couldn't afford, for it might mean missing the exact moment her eyelids fluttered open. As the hours gave way to dawn, the sun cast its golden glow upon the world, but Rena's slumber remained unbroken.