Rena was in a trance.

Unable to resist, Waylen leaned in and kissed her, murmuring softly,

"I'm Leaving.

Don't meet Tyrone."

Waylen boarded a private plane and returned to Duefron.

Upon entering the Fowler residence, he sensed the oppressive atmosphere that had settled in.

When his mother, the beautiful and affectionate Juliette, caught sight of him, she approached as though she had found a savior and whispered,

“Go and persuade your little sister. She hasn't eaten anything all day and has even taken three sleeping pills.”

Waylen comforted his mother, assuring her, "It's okay. I'Ll go check on her."

Tears welled up in Juliette's eyes as she nodded.

While making his way upstairs, she stopped him, as if on the verge of saying something, but ultimately remained silent.

Waylen understood what Juliette wanted to convey

He smiled and reassured her, “Mom, I'll explain everything to Dad later." With that, Waylen ascended to the second floor

Pushing the door open, he found Cecilia lying on the bed, covering her head with a quilt.

He sat on the edge of the bed, attempting to pull the quilt away, but she resisted.

He then playfully teased his sister.

"Taking three sleeping pills and not dying? What a survivor you are! But don't suffocate yourself now

If news of such a twist were to spread, it would bring shame to the

Fowler family."

Cecilia emerged from beneath the quilt, throwing her arms around her brother.

Waylen understood her distress, gently caressing her head and saying softly, "Are you attempting to harm yourself or just trying to act like a spoiled child?"

In his embrace, Cecilia uttered softly, “Waylen, you're wicked.”