He removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders, urging, “You've just given birth. Don't catch a cold."

She shrugged off his gesture.

The black coat cascaded to the floor

In silence, Waylen picked it up, his gaze then falling upon the fragile baby lying in the incubator, her face wrinkled and pallid.

In a soft voice, Rena revealed, "The doctor said Alexis’ chances of survival are less than ten percent."

Waylen's heart wrenched.

He and Rena had eagerly anticipated the birth of their child, yet now the baby lay alone in the incubator, deprived of her mother's embrace, her very survival hanging by a thread.

Waylen gently wrapped his arm around Rena's shoulder, whispering, “I will..."

But Rena abruptly pushed him away before delivering a resounding slap across his face. Consumed by fury, her chest burned with anger.

"What will you do? Will you find a way to save her? Waylen, where have you been when we needed you?"

He endured the sting of her slap.

He would willingly endure Rena's blows and reproach...

Yet, following the slap, Rena fell silent, fixated solely on Alexis.

The doctor permitted her a mere half-hour each day to gaze upon her child through the glass; the remainder of the time was agonizingly withheld.

Alexis...

Rena would sacrifice her own life for her daughter's without hesitation.

Once again, Waylen tenderly wrapped his coat around Rena‘s trembling form. When Rena attempted to struggle, he held her tightly.

"Rena, please don't move."

Like Rena, he too fixated his gaze on Alexis.

Despite being premature, their daughter possessed a striking beauty.

Her delicate features mirrored Rena's, with eyebrows that were Light and graceful.

Held by Waylen, Rena, though not as physically strong as him, believed she needed to make her feelings clear.