Rena no longer Loves you. For the sake of your good old days, please refrain from causing her any further distress."

A chilling sensation engulfed Harold, spreading throughout his entire being.

When he departed, his mind was in disarray.

Initially... Rena had fallen in love with him first. They had been in a relationship for four years. He had countless opportunities to hold onto her.

Yet, he had squandered each and every one.

As the door swung open, Harold crossed paths with Waylen.

Dressed immaculately, Waylen exuded an air of sophistication, making Harold appear as a disheveled mouse...

The two men passed each other.

Harold halted abruptly and uttered icily, "Waylen, you may not be able to keep her either."

Waylen always held disdain for Harold.

Straightening his crisp white shirt, Waylen responded slowly, “Mr.

Moore, do you think I am as foolish as you?"

Harold left in a panic.

Waylen's haughty demeanor vanished as he watched Harold depart.

Damn it...

He had just dealt with Robert and now there was Harold.

Waylen seethed with anger. He strode into the ward, catching up with Darren and Eloise. However, he didn't engage in much conversation with Rena.

The elders could see it but they pretended not to notice.

After lunch, Darren was sound asleep and Eloise leaned against the bed, finding solace in slumber.

Rena ventured into the bathroom and, just as she was about to exit, a slender figure swiftly darted in, locking the door with a click...

Before Rena could react, she found herself pressed against the door.

Waylen lightly gripped her chin and delved his tongue into her mouth.