No one spoke the entire trip.

About half an hour later, Waylen pulled over at the seaside. It was very tranquil around. The only sound was the crashing of waves on the shore.

“Get out of the car," Waylen hissed.

Harold sneered and followed Waylen out of the car.

Then, Waylen took off his jacket, undid several of his shirt's buttons, and punched Harold straight in the jaw.

Not expecting the hit, Harold staggered back.

He managed to stay on his feet and steady himself. Afterward, he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

Waylen kicked him and said, "Do you look down upon our Fowler family,

Harold? You didn't like Cecilia, so you shouldn't have been with her in the first place. She loved you so much that she committed suicide for you. You must feel complacent."

Waylen kicked Harold down until Harold was on the ground.

Harold rolled on his side and covered his belly. He was in pain, but he was still able to force a smile.

"Yes, I was jerk. I didn't deserve her.

But what about you? You knew the kind of person I was, didn't you? Why didn't you stop her from being engaged to me? You are no better than me.

You know that Rena is my ex-girlfriend. Why are you with her?"

Harold's eyes turned red as he began seething with rage.

Waylen sneered.

“Let me tell you why

He stood against the night breeze, his hair rustling with the wind.

His white shirt stood out against the dark night, his dark hair and angular face looking particularly domineering

Looking down at Harold, he spat, “You regret it now? Only after Rena got with me did you realize that you fell in love with her? Pathetic!

Harold, this is all your own doing. You were the one who set Darren up and broke Rena‘s heart. It's not that you have never had a chance to stop. It's just that you chose power over Rena's happiness every step of the way!"

Harold staggered to his feet, his face pale and sweaty.