“You're toying with her emotions!"

Waylen made no attempt to dodge.

A dark crimson stream of blood trickled down from his forehead.

Concealed just outside the door, Juliette experienced a profound ache in her heart.

“Korbyn," she whispered softly with tearful eyes.

Korbyn responded with icy detachment, “Do not plead on behalf of this scoundrel. I never expected him to manipulate women's feelings. I can't fathom where he learned such vile behavior... Today, I will put an end to him!"

Juliette didn't dare to plead any further.

Korbyn lit a cigarette and took a deep drag to calm himself down.

"Why are you suddenly silent? Why are you suddenly so hesitant to voice out what you have done? You put on quite a show of strength in public, don't you? Let me remind you, in the past, you would have been labeled a ruffian. It wouldn't be excessive to eliminate you. So, tell me, are you proud of yourself? Do you believe you've upheld the reputation of the Fowler family?"

Waylen locked eyes with his father, unwavering and resolute.

Confusion clouded his features as he confessed to his father.

"Dad, I never anticipated falling in love with Rena. It was only after she departed that I realized my love for her. I've fought relentlessly to win her back, doing things I would have never done before but she rejects me every time. Dad... I'm at a loss as to what I should do to win her over."

Korbyn hadn't yet devised a plan, his mind still searching for a solution...

A sudden determination filled Waylen's expression.

"But I refuse to watch her be with someone else. She cannot be with Tyrone. She cannot be with anyone but me."

Having voiced his conviction, Waylen turned on his heels and departed.

Juliette attempted to halt his departure.

In a deep, resonant voice, Korbyn uttered, “Let him go. He's twenty-nine now. He knows what course of action to take."

The beautiful Juliette felt a surge of worry.

Would Waylen veer onto a dark path? His recent words just seemed too amiss.

Yet Korbyn appeared remarkably content.

He smoked leisurely, casting a glance at his wife.