Rena was wearing a loose down jacket that hid her baby bump, so it was hard to tell that she was pregnant.

She walked slowly to Harold's grave, but someone was already standing there. She approached and saw that it was Aline.

Rena knew who hurt her.

But Waylen didn't do anything about it. He couldn't exactly because he didn't have any evidence.

Rena stood still a few feet away from Aline and stared.

Rena had four bodyguards and an assistant with her, which Aline noticed. Aline said sarcastically, “You are really high-profile, Mrs. Fowler."

Rena smiled faintly.

Her four bodyguards stepped forward and pulled Aline aside.

Rena walked toward Harold's grave and stared at his photo.

She remembered taking that photo for him back in the day.

It was his last wish of putting this phone on his grave.

The sky was gloomy, amplifying the sadness that Rena felt. She bent down, gently touched the photo, and murmured, “Why did you say that to Harrison? Why couldn't you let bygones be bygones, Harold? Why couldn't you let it go?"

If Harold had moved on, he wouldn't have been gone too soon.

Life and death were decreed by fate. Rena didn't blame herself, but still, she couldn't help feeling so grief-stricken.

Harold was born in a rich family, and he was good-looking. He should've lived his whole life happily. But he didn't get everything he could've gotten out of Life.

“I can't tell whether you made me suffer or I made you suffer, Harold.”

Rena’s heart ached.

Aline snapped, “He died because of you, Rena. Why are you still pretending here?"

Rena lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly.

"Is that so?"

She turned around slowly and looked Aline dead in the eyes.

"And what about you, huh? What did you do?"