“Waylen,

Elvira urgently needs RH-negative blood due to excessive bleeding. The hospitals here in Braseovell don't have enough supply, so it's impossible to obtain it quickly. Waylen... I wouldn't ask for your help unless it was necessary. Can you please come to Braseovell?"”

Instinctively, Waylen glanced at Rena.

She was freshening up, and it was evident she had overheard the conversation.

She paused momentarily, and then continued brushing her teeth with a touch of force.

Then, she proceeded to make breakfast.

What had she heard?

Elvira, his first love, required the same blood type as him, making them a perfect match.

Rena's inner turmoil dissipated.

She resolved to sever ties with Waylen completely and allow him to be with his precious Elvira.

Once he was able to think it through, he would surely go back to Elvira.

Waylen watched Rena enter the kitchen.

He could tell that she was unhappy and she still had feelings for him.

Hearing no respond from Waylen, Lyndon's impatience got the better of him.

“Waylen... Waylen... Can you make it? I hope you..

In a cold tone, Waylen responded, “I know you saved Cecilia's life before and I'm eternally grateful for that. The thing is, I've been busy recently and unable to travel to Braseovell. How about this? I'll go to the hospital, have some blood drawn, and send it to Braseovell by plane.”

Lyndon felt both disappointed and relieved.

He was disheartened because Elvira's condition was grave, and if Waylen came, he could offer her comfort and readily provide blood when needed, a convenience that home couldn't offer.

Waylen hung up the phone after the exchange.

He stealthily entered the kitchen, the morning light casting a captivating glow on Rena's profile as she prepared breakfast.

Waylen embraced her from behind and inquired, "Are you still angry?"

Rena gracefully broke free from Waylen's grasp, asserting her independence with a delicate touch.