Waylen leaned in and planted a kiss on her, whispering in a husky voice, "Pregnancy has made our dear Ms. Gordon more sentimental."

He then gently rubbed her belly and playfully suggested, "You might probably feel better once this little one is born."

Rena, however, pulled his hand away and softly said, "Waylen, we're discussing something serious here."

But before Waylen could tease her further, his phone rang.

He picked up and found it was Korbyn. He asked, “Where are you, Waylen? Come home now."

Waylen replied, "Okay, I'm on my way."

He then hung up the phone. Turning to Rena, he said, "Dad asked us to go home. It seems that something urgent has happened."

Rena speculated, “Then it must be about Uncle Mark and Cecilia's divorce. Waylen, he doesn't want us to talk about his illness. When we get back home..."

Waylen snorted, "I won't take that old man's side!"

Rena turned her head, and Waylen gently pinched her cheek.

He coaxed, "Are you angry now? I'll make it up to you in bed tonight."

It was evident that he was the one looking forward to the service.

However, Rena declined immediately.

"I'm not in the mood."

Waylen smiled, sat up straight, and started the car.

Half an hour later, the black Maybach arrived at the Fowler's villa's parking lot.

Despite the late hour, Edwin came running toward them, followed by Cecilia.

Waylen closed the car door and furrowed his brow.

He wondered why Cecilia had returned as well.

Enveloped by the dim light in the parking lot, Edwin held Waylen's leg and was acting like a spoiled child.