“Had we known earlier, neither Rena nor Waylen would have met such a fate."

Lyndon soon awakened from his unconscious state.

It began to drizzle...

The attendant, wiping away the blood from Reina's tombstone, proclaimed, “It's time." As the coffin lid was closed, enveloping Darren and Reina in their final resting place.

"No!"

Lyndon stumbled forward, desperately reaching out towards the coffin.

“Reina, allow me to bring you home," he pleaded.

In the face of such disgraceful behavior from a man of his stature, onlookers found themselves at a loss for how to react.

Furthermore, it was an act of profound disrespect towards the deceased.

As Lyndon's sorrow overwhelmed him, Rena spoke with an icy tone.

"Mr.

Coleman, this is my mother's residence. She is legally married to my father. Where do you intend to take her? To the Coleman family? I recall that you have a lawful wife."

Lyndon stood stunned, his senses jolted by Rena's words.

Unable to resist, his gaze involuntarily fell upon Rena, the girl who bore a striking resemblance to Reina, a girl who he believed to be his own daughter.

However, in that moment, his very own daughter stared back at him with a chilling gaze, even tinged with a hint of hatred.

Lyndon, unable to bear the torment, expelled another mouthful of blood, a physical manifestation of his anguish.

Others stepped forward to pull him aside and he helplessly watched as his beloved Reina was forever laid to rest beside another man.

Rena no longer acknowledged Lyndon's presence.

Sitting in her wheelchair, she and Eloise silently mourned, their grief shared in unspoken solidarity.

With the conclusion of the funeral, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Korbyn had intended to speak with Rena but Lyndon's frail condition compelled him to attend to his friend first.

With Eloise's assistance, Rena prepared to depart by car.