He touched her waist and pressed his forehead against hers, “I'm not magnanimous, Rena. I just want you to feel at ease, At the same time, I want to prove to you that I'm as willing as Harold and Harrison to sacrifice my life for you. You are priceless in my heart. I'm willing to trade anything so that I can spend the rest of my life with you."

Rena nodded.

She never doubted his love for her.

After breakfast, the two of them went back to the villa and then took the emerald to the mountains,

Waylen drove his car only halfway up the mountains, and then he and Rena went the rest of the way on foot.

Because Rena was pregnant, Waylen matched her pace.

Soon, they were at the top of the mountains. Rena found that aside from herself and Waylen, the other members of the Fowler family were also in attendance.

There were about a hundred people standing at the summit.

The bigger the wish, the grander the fulfillment of the vow.

Rena‘s nose twitched. She turned to look at her husband quietly.

Waylen's touch was gentle as he patted Rena's hand, a reassuring warmth spreading between their entwined fingers.

“I made a wish to God that day." His voice carried a softness, as if sharing a cherished secret.

“And now, it's time to repay the kindness." Rena found herself momentarily at a loss for words, her heart a swirl of emotions she struggled to put into phrases.

Just then, Korbyn approached, his presence commanding attention.

His deep voice cut through the air as he addressed his son.

“We can begin now."

With a gracious gesture, Waylen let Rena sit down. He followed Korbyn's lead, his every movement marked by reverence. All the Fowler family's members knelt with a solemn grace, bowing three times, each motion a dance of respect guided by tradition.

Waylen looked very serious.

His bows were a testament to his sincerity, his devotion to the task at hand resonating with the depth of his feelings.

At last, he presented the emerald that Harold had once gifted Rena to Jarrod, who accepted it with a solemn reverence.

Gently placing the emerald before an ancient lamp, Jarrod held it in his gaze, his words a whispered benediction.

"If Harold's spirit yet lingers in this world, may he find peace and rest.