She supported Rena into the elevator.

After a while, the Lights inside her apartment flickered to life.

Resting against the car, Waylen examined the diagnosis and operation consent form under the gentle moonlight. Regret consumed him.

He had inflicted harm upon Rena.

He had abandoned her, leaving her alone in the operating room.

He recalled their first intimate encounter, when the pain had been so intense that Rena wept.

Rena had an intense fear of pain!

Waylen leaned against the car, slowly smoking a cigarette.

He remained in that spot for the entire night.

At dawn, Vera went out to purchase breakfast. As she passed by Waylen's car, she spat in disdain.

Waylen paid her no heed.

Once Vera was out of sight, he promptly opened the car door and stepped out. He made his way to Rena's apartment and pressed the doorbell.

Rena presumed it was Vera returning and approached to open the door.

As she swung the door open, she beheld Waylen.

He held a collection of supplements and two breakfast meals that she had always relished.

Rena refrained trom inviting him inside.

With an air of indifference, she stated, "Waylen, I simply feel uneasy.

It's not like I had an abortion or something You need not go to such lengths!"

Moreover, her heart had already been shattered.

There was no need for him to engage in these gestures now!

Rena's complexion was ashen, her pallor reflecting her inner turmoil.

Waylen yearned to extend his hand and caress her delicate face.