His mind was consumed by the image of Rena, her eyes swollen with tears...

How long had she been watching and weeping?

Elvira hurried over.

Casting her gaze towards the path taken by the departing white car,

Elvira spoke softly.

“I'm sorry, Waylen. I've upset your girlfriend. It wasn't my intention... I'm just saddened. I simply wanted to drown my sorrows. I Let things get to me."

Waylen remained silent.

He yearned for a cigarette but as he reached into his pocket, he discovered the dampness had already ruined it.

In frustration, he threw the cigarette box away and uttered a curse.

Elvira stood beside him, cautiously saying, “Waylen, if I hadn't thrown your phone into the water, Rena wouldn't be so furious."

With an impassive expression, Waylen made his way towards the Bentley

Continental GT.

His attire was soaked and the car interior was in disarray, yet he paid little heed.

Elvira climbed into the car.

She wanted to say more...

But Waylen's voice, cold and cutting, interrupted her.

"Elvira, this is the final time! If you find it difficult to cope again, dial 911."

Elvira burst into tears.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried in broken sentences, "Waylen, don't you even care about me? Waylen, you're my only family in

Duefron!"

Waylen glanced sideways at her.

Earlier tonight, Lyndon had called him, beseeching him to visit her.