Korbyn offered a few vague remarks before instructing a servant to serve tea.

Waylen, usually brimming with pride, took the tray from the servant, expertly pouring a cup of tea for Mark, and respectfully offered it to the man.

“Mr. Evans, this tea is truly exceptional. I implore you to savor it."

Korbyn's eyes widened, pondering whether a remarkable transformation had befallen Waylen's character.

Mark possessed a Lucid awareness of the situation at hand.

Instead of partaking in the tea, he delicately retrieved a faded, yellowed photograph from his tailored suit pocket. Placing it gently upon the tea table, a smile graced his Lips as he remarked, “Today, I have come to seek information about an individual from you, Mr.

Fowler.”

Waylen picked up the photograph.

The young woman captured within its frame possessed a captivating beauty and an air of nimbleness, akin to Rena.

Mark finally Lifted the teacup, but as his lips hovered near its rim, he paused and inquired, "Mr. Fowler, does she bear a resemblance to someone familiar? This is my long-lost younger sister, who vanished years ago... Yet she left behind a daughter named Rena Gordon."

Having uttered those words, Mark gently returned the cup to its resting place.

He turned his gaze towards Korbyn and Waylen, his tone courteous as he continued, "I have been fervently searching for her for an extensive period. I heard that she shares a profound connection with young Mr.

Fowler, thus I took the liberty of coming here to inquire about her."

Waylen sat across from Mark, fully aware of the caution required when conversing with someone of Mark's caliber.

Nonetheless, he declared directly, "I want to marry Rena!"

Mark responded with an elegant smile.

He took out a cigarette box, extracted a cigarette, and toyed with it.

After a brief moment, he said, "We all know what has transpired between you and Rena. Rena's grandmother especially opposes the idea. In the past, my sister, Reina, had a difficult life due to being involved with the wrong man, which has made the old lady cautious about Rena's marriage."

Korbyn glanced at his son, while Waylen lowered his gaze.

Mark continued to smile.

“I believe you can understand my point. In other words, Rena is the sole female of the Evans family in this generation. She is extremely precious to us. Since we have finally found her, there's no reason to subject her to any further suffering."

Korbyn understood.