He had said, "Rena, I'm your uncle."

At that moment, Rena understood that Waylen had made his decision.

She knew he now bore the responsibility for the Fowler family. Even Korbyn and Juliette respected his choices, almost entirely deferring to his authority.

In a hushed tone, Rena asked, "So, will you talk to her, or should 1?"

"I'll handle it," he replied, gently kissing her, preventing her tears from falling further.

The next morning, Waylen appeared at the Fowler's villa.

As Cecilia descended the stairs, she found Waylen sitting on the sofa, calmly sipping his coffee.

Hearing her footsteps, Waylen said indifferently, “You missed your prenatal check-up yesterday. I'll accompany you today."

Cecilia thought it was unnecessary to bother her brother, so she replied, "Ross will come with me!"

Waylen glanced at her and scolded, “Aren't you afraid that others will think you have married an old man?"

Ross touched his nose and retorted, “Mr. Evans isn't really much younger than me. He just takes good care of himself and looks youthful!"

Cecilia burst into laughter.

She affectionately looped her arm through Ross‘ and teased, "When we get to the hospital, I might just refer you as my Dad!"

Korbyn nearly choked on his daughter's words.

The Fowler family erupted into laughter.

Amidst the laughter, only Waylen stood alone, his face wearing a severe, indescribable expression, a detail not lost on Korbyn.

He understood his son all too well.

Korbyn soon ceased his laughter, realizing something was amiss.

Once in the car, Waylen closed his eyes, seeking a moment's rest.

Cecilia remained silent, afraid her words might provoke him further.