He assumed Rena was making soup to go along with noodles for the children.

Rena turned her face and kissed him.

“I've made two helps of soup, one for my uncle and the other for Cecilia. She loves it. Plus, pregnant women need to ensure they're getting enough nutrition."

Waylen expressed his concern.

“But with your condition... Don't overexert yourself. Let me handle the cooking."

He asked her to sit down, and he attended to the soup himself.

Rena didn't object.

Her husband was being considerate, and a wise wife shouldn't refuse.

So she sat at the table, gently cradling her belly.

The morning sun's warm rays bathed her, making her feel comfortable and cozy.

Waylen not only made the soup but also prepared a nutritious breakfast for the children.

The sunlight hit on his perfect frame.

He was tall and ideal for a woman to lean on.

Despite the recent events troubling her, Rena felt an indescribable sense of relief as she gazed at Waylen's back. She yearned to embrace him and say something to please him.

Something he loved.

She knew exactly what to say. But as she shifted her position, a sharp pain shot from her lower abdomen.

Then, her dress was stained with a yellowish amniotic fluid.

Clutching the edge of the table, Rena grimaced and called out weakly, “Waylen! Wayten!"

“What's wrong?"

Waylen turned around, his expression shocked, but he remained composed. He turned off the stove and hurried to help her sit down, simultaneously calling for a servant.