Rena and Paisley remained as the last remnants of the departing crowd.

As Rena settled into the car, a sudden flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

The night sky erupted in a blaze, as if torn asunder, a sight that struck awe and astonishment.

And then, the rain began to pour.

Rena made another attempt to call Waylen.

His phone remained stubbornly powered off

Lowering her gaze, Rena started the engine, her heart weighed down by a tumultuous storm within.

It was treacherous to drive in such inclement weather.

She pressed on for a while but as the rain grew heavier and the windshield wipers swayed, visibility diminished

Rena's heart grew increasingly chaotic, realizing the danger of continuing to drive under such torrential rainfall. She finally made the decision to pull over to the side of the road.

A nearby hotel beckoned to her, though she hesitated about spending the night there. Nevertheless, her thoughts returned to Waylen once more.

His phone remained powered off.

Could something have happened to him?

Rena retrieved her phone, contemplating another attempt to call him and see if he had switched it on.

However, as she brought the phone closer to her ear, her eyes froze in disbelief.

Across the road, a golden Bentley Continental GT came to a stop. Rena caught a glimpse of Waylen through the window.

He sat in silence, wearing an expression of confusion and pain that she had never witnessed before.

In that moment, the car door swung open...

A tall, slender figure emerged from the passenger seat, swiftly identified by Rena as Elvira.

Elvira sprinted recklessly through the rain-drenched night.

Within a mere ten seconds, Waylen stepped out of the car and hurriedly chased after her. He extended his hand, drawing Elvira into his embrace.

Rena's hand, clutching the phone, remained frozen in a tense grip.