The two children he held in high regard, Harold and Rena, had been engaged in a clandestine romance for four long years. It was inconceivable.

As Waylen entered the room, Korbyn's fury erupted, leading him to hurl a cup against his own son.

Waylen made no effort to evade the projectile, resulting in a gash on his forehead from the impact, and crimson droplets trickled down his face.

Juliette's heart winced with pain at the sight.

Korbyn sneered contemptuously.