And when she finally arrived at the door...

There was dead silence. Only the sound of a few light gasps could be heard.

Frowning, Rena stood by the door and peeked through the crack... She saw Elvira hugging Waylen from behind.

His whole body was hunched over, and sadness was written all over his face.

He only ever looked that way in front of Elvira.

ALL of a sudden...

Waylen pushed Elvira away forcefully.

“Why don't I hate you?" he cried gloomily.

“If it weren't for you, marriage would still be sacred to me. Now, marriage is just a piece of paper that ties two people down. A mere means of manipulation!

Elvira Shouldn't I hate you?"

“No! Don't hate me, Waylen, please... Don't hate me.

Let's start over again, okay?"

Waylen didn't respond at first.

Elvira, dressed in a loose hospital gown, threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his broad chest.

She said in a muffled voice, “I know you're not over me. And I know you don't love Rena."

Waylen's body shuddered at the mention of this last sentence.

Elvira giggled.

"If you loved her, you wouldn't have put the ring on her middle finger. Waylen, I know you wanted to propose to me back then. That diamond ring is what you intended to give me after you measured my ring finger, right?

So I know you never intended to marry her!"

Waylen pushed Elvira away once more.

Through gritted teeth, he reasoned, “Both my parents and Cecilia like her. Why shouldn't I marry her?"

A muffled thud came from the door.