Harold stood taken aback.

Embarrassment etched across his features, for Rena had gleaned his intentions.

Initially, his designs revolved around forming a connection with Rena to secure Darren's trust. Over the subsequent years, as the Moore Group amassed staggering debts, the blame would inevitably fall upon Darren.

Now, however, his plan lay in shambles...

Although the Moore Group's crisis had been averted and Rena's well-being seemingly safeguarded, Harold's reactions had become increasingly convoluted.

Arriving with a distinct purpose, he grappled with his own motives. Rena saw through his facade.

Underneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, Harold stood rigid. After a protracted silence, his voice emerged huskily.

“You can go back."

Rena lowered her gaze, adjusting her coat, and began the slow journey homeward.

The night breeze carried a chill, her nose tinged with red, and her eyes slightly dampened.

Tears fell.

Unrequited love met an end before she could confess her feelings. Harold's choice lay painfully clear.

Beneath the dense canopy of a tree, Harold's elongated shadow bore a poignant loneliness.

His gaze traced Rena‘s receding figure.

In that fleeting moment, he yearned to halt her, to declare that the billion-dollar infusion was irrelevant.

What truly mattered was her. Yet, ultimately, he remained silent. He watched Rena's departure, a silent spectator to her fading presence.

Returning home, Rena found herself in a subdued mood.

Darren's comforting hand landed on her back.

“It's my fault. I didn't anticipate your emotional state."

Rena shook her head, embracing Darren, and confided in a soft whisper “Dad, I know you Love me the most. You did this because Harold doesn't reciprocate my feelings.”

Darren affectionately ruffled her hair.

"Who could resist my baby?" Eloise joined them with a dish, feigning annoyance at the intimate display.