The words pierced Waylen's heart like a sharp knife, causing immense pain. He yearned to extract the knife, but he felt utterly helpless.

He didn't force his way into the ward.

Instead he peered through the door's narrow crack, catching a glimpse of Rena lying there peacefully, as obedient as she had once been in his arms. She remained silent, devoid of any words or sounds.

In a hoarse voice, Waylen pleaded, "Please, at least let me consult an expert for her."

Rarely displaying such humility, Waylen turned to Vera and pleaded sincerely, "I just want to make amends."

Vera, strong-willed as ever, was about to rebuff him when Roscoe intervened, firmly grasping her arm.

"Vera, please don't be stubborn. Rena's recovery is of utmost importance right now."

Roscoe's tone changed as he addressed Waylen, his face adopting a smile.

“Waylen, Vera can be impulsive at times. I apologize on her behalf. Please Lend your support to Rena. Thank you."

Waylen remained silent, his gaze fixed upon Rena.

He yearned for her to wake up, and he wanted to hold her in his arms once more.

He wanted to assure her that given another chance, he would never let her down again.

The experts had exhausted all their options and Rena still didn't wake up.

That was until a beautiful spring night.

The air filled with a sense of renewal and hope that very night, and Rena finally woke up.

Waylen had just concluded his discussion with the experts and returned to the ward when he suddenly heard Rena's voice, slightly weakened but undeniably hers.

His heart skipped a beat.

A yearning like never before had been coursing through him.

He hastened his steps and gently pushed open the door.

Rena sat against the head of the bed, engaged in conversation with Eloise. She appeared thinner, her long brown hair cascading over her delicate shoulders. A profound sense of pity washed over Waylen as he took in her appearance. However, Rena‘s smile faded upon seeing Waylen, and the atmosphere became tense.

Eloise, sensing the tension, stood up uneasily and suggested, "You two should talk.”

Rena grabbed Eloise’s sleeve and whispered, “Mom, I want some soup"