In a fit of anger, he shattered his phone into pieces!

In the Late hours of the night, Rena sat rigidly, wrapped in a blanket.

Waylen, now neatly attired, sat across from her, a cigarette held delicately between his fingers.

"I will arrange for you to study further in Braseovell. I will fly there to accompany you twice a month. I will also invest in your music studio here and enlist professionals to assist in its management.”

Rena slowly lifted her gaze.