Lyndon appeared worn and weary, while Dahlia exuded an air of unease, her eyes displaying slight traces of swelling, indicative of protracted weeping.

Given that Waylen was assisting Rena, he remained seated, offering a nod of acknowledgement.

"Mr. Coleman, Mrs. Coleman."

Lyndon's gaze settled upon Rena.

Momentarily hesitating, he inquired, “Is Miss Gordon unwell?"

Naturally, Waylen refrained from divulging their recent quarrel in the presence of others. He simply affirmed, “Yes.”

Dahlia glanced at Lyndon.

Understanding her unspoken message, Lyndon cautiously implored,

“Waylen, we had no intention of burdening you. However, since we coincidentally encounter you here, could you Lend us your support in comforting Elvira? Her mental state has deteriorated significantly."

Upon concluding his words, Dahlia concealed her face, succumbing to tears.

“Waylen, I understand that I am imposing upon you. The thing is...

Elvira's betrothed desires to sever their engagement and, in response,

Elvira consumed ten sleeping pills... Waylen, please, we implore you.

Elvira is our sole daughter!"

She then turned towards Rena, beseeching, "Miss Gordon, I recognize your sensibility. Lyndon has spoken of you in my presence. I trust you will not idly stand by as Elvira's Life hangs in the balance, correct?

She is truly in dire straits."

Rena found herself in a daze.

Elvira had ingested sleeping pills.

She ought to exercise reason and compassion.

Sensing Waylen's firm grip on her hand, then witnessing its gentle release and subsequent reconnection, Rena realized his internal struggle.

He yearned to attend to Elvira, plagued by genuine concern for her well-being.

While Rena grappled with her own physical pain, Elvira had suffered the loss of her impending marriage.