Waylen indifferently stated, "Don't concern yourself with us. I will handle it appropriately."

Korbyn glared at Waylen.

“Handle it? And how exactly do you plan to handle it? Let me make something clear, Waylen. Cease your devious tactics and cease frightening that girl away. Rena paid me a visit just now and I could tell she has shed tears over this."

In the end, they were father and son and Korbyn undoubtedly desired for his son to win Rena back.

Korbyn affectionately patted Waylen on the shoulder and advised,

"Resilient women are repelled by clingy men. Exercise patience.”

Waylen nodded, turned on his heel and departed.

In the evening, Waylen drove to Rena's apartment.

He pressed the doorbell.

Rena glimpsed him through the peephole but hesitated to open the door.

Waylen's voice turned frigid as he declared, "You'll want to see the document I hold in my hand. If you refuse to open the door, I guarantee its immediate public disclosure."

Reluctantly, Rena gave in.

The door swung open and the two stood there, locked in silence for an extended moment.

Waylen's gaze bore deep into her soul.

He asked in a gentle tone, “You went to see my father? To protect Tyrone and rid yourself of me?"

Once again, Rena was enveloped by a familiar sensation of powerlessness.

She was utterly exhausted.

She pleaded with him, her voice filled with desperation, "There's absolutely nothing going on between Tyrone and me. Waylen, can't I have normal social interactions and genuine friendships?"

“I'L be consumed by jealousy."

Waylen stood by the door, his voice softening, "Of course, I understand that it's impossible for you to be with Tyrone because deep down, you're still thinking about me. But Rena, whenever I see him drive you home and assist you into the car, it stirs strong emotions within me."

Waylen handed Rena a document held in his hand.

“Take a look at this. I believe it will guide you in making a choice."