Rena unbuckled her seat belt, eager to disembark.

Waylen's hand gently clasped her arm, his eyes ablaze as he uttered, "I have summoned the most esteemed team of experts. Perhaps they possess a remedy for your injured foot."

Rena stared blankly ahead, her expression devoid of emotion.

In a detached tone, she replied, “It is unnecessary."

Having spoken thus, she struggled to free herself from his grasp and opened the car door, preparing to step out.

Waylen yearned to follow her, yet he restrained himself upon witnessing her retreating figure.

In the afternoon, Waylen found himself engrossed in a meeting at the law office.

His phone suddenly rang.

Recognizing the call as originating from the team of medical experts, he gestured for a pause in the proceedings before answering.

On the other end of the line, a foreign expert relayed regretfully,

“Mr. Fowler, Miss Gordon has declined our offered treatment. We must inform you that we are departing.

Furthermore... based on the available information, there is less than a 10% Likelihood of Miss Gordon's foot nerves’ full recovering.”

Merely ten percent...

Expressionless, Waylen held his phone in his hand.

That evening, he made his way to the hospital but Rena refused to see him once more.

On the day of Rena’s discharge, Lyndon arrived.

He had two motives for coming. One was to see Rena, and the other was to plead on Elvira's behalf.

Softly, Rena murmured, "I have no intention of withdrawing the Lawsuit concerning Elvira.”

Lyndon was taken aback.

Silently, he gazed at the girl before him. She bore a striking resemblance to his Reina and possessed the same temperament.

Tenderly, Lyndon implored, “Regardless, she can be regarded as your sister. Rena, for my sake, could you please grant her a chance? I have discussed this matter with Waylen but he refused to intervene. I, as your father, can only come and beg you."

Rena found herself lost in a state of reverie.