Waylen, observing Rena's actions, couldn't resist a teasing smile.

"It seems like you're taking care of your own father, Rena.”

Rena shot Waylen a brief glare.

"You never have a kind word to say."

Waylen, with one hand still on Rena's shoulder, gently assessed Mark's condition by touching his forehead.

"Let me check on our old man."

Rena felt an intense urge to scold Waylen but held back.

Tears welled up in Cecilia's eyes as she observed the scene, noting that despite his age, Waylen retained a certain childlike quality.

Waylen had other commitments for the afternoon, so he soon left with Rena.

Cecilia escorted them downstairs.

With the three adults gone, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

The servant arrived with both Edwin and Olivia.

Edwin requested that the servant wait outside.

Taking the initiative, Edwin opened the door and ushered his sister inside.

Lying on the bed, Mark remained in a serene repose, his face displaying a pallid complexion.

Olivia observed Mark attentively for an extended moment before affectionately addressing him.

Edwin cradled his sister gently, whispering to her not to make a sound.

“Daddy is resting, okay?"

His gaze Lingered on Mark.

Meanwhile, his thoughts drifted back to one particular rainy night when Mark had emerged from the downpour to comfort him.