Waylen gazed at the children in the distance as they earnestly painted ceramic dolls.

He affectionately rubbed Rena's nose and asked, "You seem quite preoccupied today."

Rena smiled faintly.

She said in a low voice, “Waylen, I'm concerned about my uncle. I'm worried that he won't be able to make Cecilia happy even after he recovers."

Waylen's eyes held depth as he scrutinized her for a while before breaking into a smile.

He walked to the window, opened it, and lit a cigarette. He stood by the window, smoking. After finishing half of the cigarette, he asked slowly, "Are you afraid that your uncle won't be able to get it up again?"

Rena blushed.

Although the servants and children were all present at home, Waylen voiced his thoughts loudly.

Noticing her embarrassment, he looked around the hall.

He chuckled.

"They can't hear us."

Rena approached, intending to discuss something serious with him.

Waylen gently caressed her face and asked, “If I were to become ill and couldn't do it again, would you leave me because of it?"

Rena replied firmly, "I wouldn't!"

Waylen chuckled again.

Rena blushed and was about to walk away, but he grasped her waist.

He extinguished his cigarette, pressed his thin lips against the nape of her neck, and said, "Your uncle's illness won't affect his sexual function."

Rena was left speechless.

In the hospital, Mark endured an arduous period.

During this time, Cecilia's visits provided him with solace. She visited for prenatal check-ups once every two weeks, and the she would stopped by and visit. Her interactions with Mark were brief, as she typically spent only a short while sitting with him before leaving.