It was his Reina.

She had become someone else's wife, married to Darren.

Lyndon turned his gaze to Rena, realizing that she was the same age as his long lost daughter.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a resemblance, a reflection of himself in Rena's youthful features. Rena could very well be his biological daughter with Reina.

Yet, he had caused Rena immense suffering.

He had even hoped for Elvira to be with Waylen after his breakup with Rena.

The weight of this revelation crushed Lyndon, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto Reina's tombstone.

Lyndon's blood stained the tombstone, imbuing it with a vivid red hue.

In the portrait adorning the gravestone, Reina emanated a radiant smile, her youthful beauty eternal.

Lyndon's agitation reached such heights that he succumbed to a fainting spell, plunging the surroundings into a state of chaotic disarray.

Witnessing the distress, the Fowlers hurriedly rushed to Lyndon's aid.

“Lyndon! Lyndon!" the Fowler couple called out urgently.

“Mr. Coleman, what's wrong with you?" Cecilia was also worried.

Clutching Darren's photograph, Rena gazed blankly at the unfolding scene, her mind lost in a haze of confusion.

She had long been aware that she was not Darren's biological daughter.

The desire to uncover her true paternity had always burned within her but she had never fathomed that it would lead her to... Lyndon.

Lyndon, a man she had idolized as one of the world's greatest pianists since childhood, had become the catalyst for her descent into despair.

As she observed him fainting, Rena remained detached and devoid of any sympathy, her countenance unyielding.

Korbyn and Waylen could instantly sense the truth.

The sought-after biological daughter Lyndon had been seeking was none other than Rena!

This revelation sent shockwaves through their beings.

Korbyn sighed mournfully.