Harold wanted to say something more, but just then, the door was pushed open.

Waylen strode in.

He wore a black suit over a crisp, white shirt. He looked smart, capable, and extremely handsome!

The atmosphere in the ward was tense, but Waylen seemed not to notice it.

He nodded slightly at Harold in greeting and then walked over to Rena's bedside.

He handed a piece of paper to Rena and declared, “Miss Gordon, your medical bills amount to $22, 60@ in total. Add me on WhatsApp so that you can transfer the money to me, okay?"

Waylen reached for her phone on the bedside table before she could recover from shock.

He leisurely leaned against the bed frame and typed his number into her phone.

“My, my, Miss Gordon! You are so poor. You only have $18, 020 on your account?"

Rena blushed in embarrassment.

Waylen clicked his tongue and said seriously, "You still owe me $4,

600. How about you join me at the country club some time? We can play a round of golf. If you agree, you won't need to give the $4, 600 back to me."

Rena looked at him emotionlessly.

Her wavy brown hair reached her waist, making her look almost angelic.

ALL of a sudden, she rested her hand on Waylen's arm and said softly,

"I can go with you now."

Waylen's eyes darted between her and Harold. Then he smiled and said meaningfully, "Harold, you'd better go now! Miss Gordon can't do what she wants if you're here!"

Harold tightened his grip on the velvet box in his pocket and forced a smile.

"Okay, don't let me disturb you two!”

Without looking back, he opened the door and left.

As soon as the door was closed behind him, Rena went limp. Leaning against the headboard weakly, she murmured, "Thanks, Mr. Fowler!"

Waylen put down her phone and looked at her quizzically.