His words caused Rena to blush deeply.

Waylen strolled outside, indulging in a few cigarettes.

The operation on Darren proved to be a success.

As Darren was wheeled out of the operating room, Eloise burst into tears of joy, tightly holding her husband's hand. Rena's grip on her father's hand was equally firm.

After an entire night, Darren's vital signs stabilized.

If all went well, he could be discharged in a matter of weeks.

Eloise beamed with happiness and exclaimed, “Thank goodness! We owe this to Waylen. Darren... you have no idea how capable he is."

Darren smiled warmly.

As they conversed, a knock resounded on the door of the hospital ward.

Eloise assumed it was Waylen and asked Rena in a hushed voice to open the door. She already treated Waylen as if he were already her son-in-law.

Unexpectedly, upon opening the door, Harold stood on the other side.

Rena's countenance darkened at once. She prevented him from entering and inquired coldly, “What are you doing here?"

Harold's eyes brimmed with affection.

"I've come to see Mr. Gordon."

Aware of the need to avoid upsetting Darren, Rena restrained herself and stated, “Harold, haven't you caused enough suffering for our family? Can't we just let bygones be bygones? Please refrain from appearing before my father.”

Harold couldn't comply.

He longed to see Rena desperately.

He couldn't help but ask, “Have you reconciled with Waylen? I know he's the one who arranged everything for your father's surgery."

Rena had no desire to discuss this with Harold.

Just then, Darren's feeble voice emanated from within, "Rena, let him in"

Rena remained hesitant.

“Let him in. I happen to have something to discuss with him."