“Why should regret befall me, Harold? What else do you believe I cannot bear to lose now?"

Rena chose not to elaborate any further, departing without casting a backward glance.

Harold remained rooted in his spot, left to stew in his thoughts. After a prolonged moment, he sneered.

“Rena, do not provoke me!"

In that precise instant, Cecilia's call reached Harold's ears, her voice dripping with sweetness.