Rena knew he was right.

If they were to be honest and laid everything bare, it would be Mark who would always have the upper hand with Cecilia.

Cecilia's future couldn't be compromised any further.

A pang of sadness overcame Rena. She gently wrapped her arms around Waylen's waist and whispered, “Waylen, you know what? I truly despised him when he left Cecilia at their wedding! It wasn't just for Cecilia, but for himself as well. Happiness was so hard for them to regain, yet he was willing to sacrifice that rare happiness for his so-called responsibility and the opinions of others. He knew Cecilia well, but he still left her without hesitation..."

Waylen kissed her hair.

He had been through a lot with Rena, and he was all the more grateful for her thoughtfulness and for her presence.

They discussed everything openly without holding back.

Waylen promised in a hoarse voice, "I'll find the best doctor for your uncle, and at the same time, I'll fulfill my duty as a brother to help Cecilia raise her child. Rena, trust me!"

She nodded and leaned gently on his shoulder.

The night was shrouded in darkness.

Waylen closed the window with one hand and held Rena for a while.

Early in the morning, Waylen woke up and reached out to touch Rena.

The spot beside him was empty.

He smiled faintly. Rena had often slept in in the morning since her pregnancy, but she had risen early today.

He lifted the blanket, got up, tended to his simple grooming, and went downstairs.

Rena was in the kitchen making soup.

The rich aroma of the soup stimulated his appetite.

Waylen embraced Rena from behind, caressed her belly, and planted a gentle kiss on her delicate neck.

"Did the baby move in your belly?

Why did you get up early to make soup?"