Agonizing waves coursed through her body.

Her lower abdomen throbbed intensely, rendering her incapable of maintaining an upright posture.

A faint inkling suggested that their recent intimate encounter might be the root cause of her distress.

She had not been prepared and Waylen‘s approach had been excessively forceful.

“Waylen... It hurts so much!"

Nestling against his chest, the prior altercation faded from memory, as it provided a modicum of solace.

After all, Waylen was a man.

His affection for Rena remained, despite their recent conflict, rendering it inconceivable for him to abandon her in her time of need.

Guiding her into the vehicle, he handed her his cup.

“It contains warm water. Drink some."

Rena grasped the cup, attempting to loosen the lid but her feeble effort proved futile.

Waylen effortlessly took over, deftly removing the obstruction.

Time was of the essence and he dared not squander a single moment, propelling the car towards the nearest hospital. His anxiety was so profound that he did not even have the opportunity to notify his acquaintance at the medical facility.

Rena sipped a small quantity of water, feeling a modicum of relief.

Yet, the ache persisted in her lower abdomen.

She reclined against the seat, her countenance ashen.

“Waylen... I am grateful."

“Save your strength. I shall summon assistance upon our arrival at the hospital."

His voice, astonishingly tender, exhibited a rarity. After all, a fierce altercation had transpired mere moments ago.

Within Rena's heart, a warmth blossomed, engendering the belief that both she and Waylen had succumbed to irrationality during their heated exchange.

She trusted that he harbored no genuine intention to harm her father, just as she had no intention of employing Harold as a weapon against Cecilia.

Rena Longed to engage in a conversation with him, yet the persistent ache in her lower abdomen deterred her.