If you do not cherish it, no one can help you," Rena asserted, knowing full well that Elvira could not bear the thought of dying.

How could such an immensely self-centered individual be willing to embrace death?

Elvira, at her core, remained a spoiled brat longing to reclaim the discarded sweetness of a candy, while Rena merely found herself ensnared in Elvira's emotional entanglement with Waylen.

Elvira smiled faintly and delicately incised her wrist.

While cutting her wrist, Elvira desperately reached out to Lyndon, her voice trembling, “Dad, Rena is causing me harm... Please come and rescue me. I'm losing a significant amount of blood..

Following that, Elvira dialed 911, urgently requesting the police to apprehend Rena.

Elvira's intentions were clear. She was intent on tarnishing Rena's reputation.

Outstanding young person? A mere pipe dream!

Soon enough, Lyndon arrived, ascending the stairs accompanied by several police officers.

At the sight of Lyndon, Elvira flung herself into his embrace, sobbing,

“Dad, I was simply attempting to persuade Rena to reconcile with Waylen but she despised me. She then used a blade to cut my wrist and even cursed me and told me to go to hell!"

Lyndon held his daughter tenderly, his eyes betraying a complex mix of emotions.

He turned his gaze towards Rena and inquired, “Is what Elvira claims true?"

Rena locked eyes with the man, who questioned the validity of Elvira's allegations.

Deep down, he placed his trust in Elvira.

Huh...

Not long ago, he had coughed up blood before Rena's mother's tomb, looking utterly distressed.

A man's affection amounted to naught.

Rena averted her gaze, relieved that she had not acknowledged him.

Otherwise, she would have faced yet another moment of humiliation.

She then said emotionlessly, "If you wish to ascertain the truth, kindly present evidence."

Elvira whispered, her voice trembling, “The wound on my wrist is real... Miss Gordon, I have no motive to come here and falsely accuse you."