Rena reluctantly shifted aside, allowing Harold to enter.

Harold entered the ward in complete silence.

He gently set down the tonic he held and unexpectedly knelt before Darren's bed.

Tears welled up in Darren's eyes.

Eloise was on the verge of tears.

"What are you doing?"

Rena wanted to interject but Darren spoke up softly.

“Rena, go into the side room with Eloise. I need to have a word with Harold."

Harold closed his eyes briefly.

He uttered, "Mr. Gordon, you still refer to me as Harold, indicating that you still hold affection for me."

Eloise scolded, "How dare you say such a thing?"

Darren glanced at Eloise, prompting her to lower her head and guide Rena into the adjoining small room.

The ward fell into silence.

Lying quietly on the bed, Darren averted his gaze from the young man who knelt before him. Instead, he murmured to himself, “I've been friends with your father for decades. And Rena held such strong affection for you in the past. I never expected you to treat me this way, Harold... Despite everything, you have done well. Men ought to be ruthless and devoid of compassion... You traded your entire life for the pursuit of elevated status."

Harold remained silent.

“Harold... Rena is the last person you should have fallen in love with.

Look at you now, possessing power, status, wealth and even a mistress.

Yet, you are not happy. Do you regret your choices?"

Harold choked back sobs.

“Yes, Mr. Gordon... I do. I beg for your forgiveness. Please grant me one more chance."

Darren Let out a soft sigh.

"It's too late, Harold. It's too late...