She found it ironic.

Harold had forced her into a corner and abandoned her when she was about to be raped by thugs. How dared he give her a diamond ring now?

Just as she was about to ask for a nurse to send it back to him, the door suddenly swung open.

Harold strode in and found Rena staring at the diamond ring.

"You're finally awake. Do you like it?" he asked dotingly.

Rena shut the box and smiled at him.

"Yes, I do. What kind of woman wouldn't like a diamond ring? But knowing that it's from you, I don't want it."

Rena had thought that she'd feel sick and disgusted the moment she saw him, but to her surprise, she felt unprecedentedly calm, as though she was talking to a stranger.

Maybe it was because he had left her in her hour of desperate need that any trace of feelings she had left for him was completely wiped away.

Harold lowered his head and said gently, “Rena, consider this compensation for what I did to you. I don't mean anything else by it."

Rena looked at him in disbelief.

"Compensation? If you really wanted to make things right, you'd let my father go. I'd leave Duefron with my parents immediately. We'Ll never bother you again. Please-just Let my father go!"

Harold's expression darkened. That was the one thing he couldn't do!

With his hands in his pockets, he stood up straight and said, “Let's talk after you think this through."

At this point, Rena lost her patience. She threw the velvet box at him without hesitation.

“Get out!" she roared.

The small box smacked Harold on the forehead, leaving a red mark in its wake.

But Harold didn't care.

He simply squatted down to pick up the small box and pocketed it. One day, he'd slip this diamond ring on Rena's finger and make her his own.

"What happened to you and Cecilia wasn't my fault," he said defensively.

Rena squeezed her eyes shut and repeated herself through gritted teeth,

"I said, get out!"