Cecilia called once more at the moment, prompting Waylen to hastily answer, "Cecilia, what's happened?"

Cecilia's voice trembled as she said between sobs, “Waylen, come back immediately. There has been an explosion at the villa... Rena went into premature Labor... She endured a 16-hour delivery... This is horrible!

Waylen, why did you go to Braseovell? Why did you Leave Rena alone at home? Do you have any idea how she looked when she was rushed to the hospital? How could you do this to her?"

Waylen's body stiffened entirely.

He felt as though he had lost control of his Limbs.

At that moment, an unknown media outlet seized the opportunity to approach him, thrusting a camera before his face.

In a rude gesture, Waylen forcefully pushed the reporter away.

With hurried steps, Waylen swiftly departed. A waiting car, arranged exclusively for him, stood outside the court, ready to transport him to the airport. Resting on the back seat of the car was a bouquet of white roses; a gift intended for Rena.

He originally hoped the roses would please her and make her forgive him.

However, deep within, at that very moment, Waylen knew that their relationship had reached its end.

Weary and disoriented, Waylen stumbled along the winding path.

It took a staggering 20 hours before Waylen made it back home and caught sight of Rena.

Adorned in a hospital gown, Rena stood by the entrance of the baby's intensive care unit, her gaze fixed upon the tiny figure behind the glass.

Only three days had passed since their ordeal began.

Rena had visibly shed weight, her slender frame engulfed by the oversized hospital attire. From the side, her pointed chin and diminutive face seemed no larger than a palm.

She had appeared radiant once, full of vitality.

In a hoarse voice, Waylen called out to her, “Rena.”

Rena maintained her pose, motionless, her body tensing up.

She knew he had returned...

But what difference did it make?

She was at a loss for how to face him. She couldn't even summon tears.

Slowly, WayLlen approached her.