"I have nothing to say," she said with a carefree smile.

Rena realized whatever deranged Aline blurted out, it was pointless to argue with her.

After all, Aline was about to meet her demise.

Not wanting to stay in this dark place any longer, Rena walked away.

She placed her hand on her belly and felt grateful for the life she had lived so far.

Before she could cross the threshold, Aline shouted her name from behind.

"Rena!"

Rena stopped in her tracks, but she didn't turn around.

Aline was seething through gritted teeth as her voice grew shrill.

"Don't you have any regrets? Harold truly loved you, you know. He just didn't know how to express it. You loved each other for four years. It's a damn shame, don't you think? I bet that when midnight strikes, you dream of him and wake up missing him, don't you?"

Rena's felt her throat grow parched.

"I'm not the one Harold loved," she uttered.

It was Cecilia.

Harold could've had a lifetime's worth of happiness, but he didn't recognize it when it was staring at him in the face.

Rena knew how wonderful Cecilia was.

Although Aline didn't know about it, Rena no longer wanted to dwell on it. And she wouldn't say this to Cecilia.

As long as Cecilia was leading a content life, Rena was happy for her.

The moment Rena stepped outside, a beam of sunshine fell on her face, its warmth feeling ticklish against her skin. Beside her, a new bud had sprouted below the tree.

Waylen was standing beside the car, chatting away with Roscoe. From time to time, he would take a drag of the cigarette lodged between his slender fingers.

As soon as he saw Rena, Waylen immediately put out his cigarette.