Aline felt guilty at once.

It was also snowing that day. In order to keep Harold, Aline gave him something to eat, which made him drowsy and unfocused.

Despite feeling unwell, Harold put on his clothes and left the hotel.

On the way to Rena's house, he met a car accident.

Rena's gaze locked onto Aline, her eyes a window into her thoughts.

Aline's visage betrayed her, revealing a truth that Rena chose not to vocalize without solid evidence.

With an air of nonchalance, Rena's voice carried a weight as she said,

“Aline, your affection for him was a mirage from the start to finish. Your love was never for him, but for yourself."

To Aline, Harold seemed like an unattainable plaything, a twisted connection marred by manipulation.

Having said her piece, Rena pivoted and departed.

Her steps were deliberate, her progress aided by Wendy's support, and her demeanor an epitome of tranquil strength.

Envy twisted Aline's features, a potent reminder of Rena's abundance— power, riches, and an array of admirers.

Aline's resentment was intense. She yearned for Rena's demise, secretly wishing that Rena's life had been snuffed out instead of being saved by

Harrison.

Within the Exceed Group's confines, Waylen stood before the grand

French window, a cup of coffee cradled in his grasp.

His gaze lingered on the world beyond, the sky's hue resembling an imminent snowfall.

Jazlyn stood a few paces away, her voice hushed as she relayed.

“Rena visited the cemetery but has now returned to the hospital."

Waylen's hold on the cup tightened, his thoughts locked in silence.

Outside, snowflakes began their gentle descent.

In a matter of days, Christmas would envelop them, a time for family reunion. Yet, after all that had transpired, Waylen understood the intricate emotions that consumed Rena.