"I'm heading back to the hospital," Melissa announced in a hushed tone.

Sylvia suggested arranging a car for Melissa, but she declined, asserting, "I'll take a bus back."

Concerned for Melissa, Sylvia offered, “I'll get you a cab."

Amidst their conversation, a soft female voice inquired, “Sylvia. Is this Melissa?"

Sylvia pivoted to face Rena, who was there for the shareholders' meeting.

Rena, impeccably attired in a knee-length black business dress, had her long brown hair elegantly tied up.

An emerald ring adorned her fingers, a token of love from Waylen on their 30th anniversary, acquired at auction the previous year.

Rena met Melissa's gaze.

Uneasiness settled over Melissa; after all, Rena was Marcus' mother.

The hospital gown added to her discomfort.

Detecting Melissa's discomfort, Rena redirected her attention and spoke up with a smile. "Melissa, I'd like a moment with you. Are you available?"

Melissa felt a subtle tremor.

Before she could respond, Sylvia intervened, pushing Melissa gently.

“Absolutely, she's available. Quite free, actually. She currently has no tasks or responsibilities. Allow me to escort you to the reception room, Mrs. Fowler."

Rena maintained her smile. “I'll accompany her. Sylvia, can you fetch a suit for Melissa? You're familiar with her size, I presume. Marcus tends to be quite demanding.”

Sylvia recalled that tumultuous day.

Gazing respectfully at the elegant lady before her, she refrained from any disregard.

Though Marcus was undoubtedly accomplished, Rena held an even more distinct allure.

Sylvia promptly attended to the task.

Rena placed a gentle hand on Melissa's arm, urging, “Shall we?"