Rena's eyes were red, and she panted heavily.

“Waylen, don’t make me lose respect for you. We can't be together. It didn't work out in the past, it isn't possible now, and it will never be possible in the future. Do you understand?"

Waylen's countenance bore crimson imprints upon his visage, marking the remnants of a forceful slap he had endured.

Yet, this physical affront failed to rouse any concern within him, as his gaze remained fixed upon Rena, his eyes smoldering with sullen intensity.

Rena, consumed by anguish, found herself unable to draw breath. Her heartache was so profound that it stifled her very respiration.

She was no mere dullard. Rena possessed the capacity to experience pain just Like anyone else.

The sight before her only served to resurface painful memories she had long attempted to bury.

Rena's throat moved slightly.

With a composed demeanor, she addressed Waylen, her words Laden with restraint, “Waylen, certain commodities can be reclaimed through the medium of monetary exchange. This Morning Dew and these adornments serve as prime examples. If you desire something material, you only need to purchase it with your wealth. However, our relationship is irretrievable. No matter the expanse of your financial expenditure, it cannot be salvaged.”

Waylen's unwavering gaze fixated upon her, his eyes locked in an unyielding stare.

His sentiments towards Rena remained unaltered since their initial encounter. He deemed her to be a vision of beauty and coveted her with unyielding fervor.

However, a subtle shift had occurred.

It appeared that, following this incident, Rena had become an indispensable presence within his existence. Surrendering her was an unthinkable proposition. If he possessed the means to do so, he would not find himself ensnared in such a state of profound humiliation.

Waylen struggled to articulate his query, his words laced with difficulty, "What do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

His understanding of women, particularly Rena, ran deep.

He comprehended that remnants of affection still lingered within her heart. Regardless of the depths of her anger and resentment, he was prepared to offer reparations, no matter the cost.

Rena, however, found herself incapable of prolonging the discourse.

Casting her gaze downwards, a bittersweet smile played upon her Lips.

“Waylen, you denied me an opportunity to speak when I so desperately desired it. What rationale leads you to believe that I should grant you that same privilege now? Take me back to the hospital; I don't even have a phone on me now."

Waylen's lips pursed, a gesture revealing his inner turmoil.

In the end, he acquiesced, driving Rena back to the hospital.

The vehicle came to a halt...