His gaze instinctively shifted towards Waylen.

Waylen was leaning against the French window, furrowing his brow and slowly puffing on a cigarette.

Lyndon couldn't help but admire the young man's remarkable demeanor, even amidst his evident distress.

In a low voice, Lyndon replied to Cecilia, "No, she didn't. She won't be returning for the time being."

On the terrace, Waylen savored the final moments of his cigarette. His parents then started urging him to join them downstairs.