“Every time, Waylen. Every time

I needed you, you were always engrossed in Elvira's affairs. Your rare

Rh-negative blood type, the divorce Lawsuit... Does she depend on you entirely, or do you also wish to neatly conclude your first love? But our child shouldn't be dragged into this... She's innocent! You never prioritized me. So why did you claim you wanted to spend your Life with me?"

Rena spoke with calm composure.

However, Waylen could sense the despair beneath her words.

Rena refused to succumb to hysteria. She refused to create a scene with him.

With unwavering serenity, she continued, “You love me and I love you.

But things just aren't that simple. What more must I endure to be with you? If I continue down this path, I would be doing myself and our baby a disservice.

Waylen, this is where it ends.

We can discuss the divorce once the baby gets better. I don't have the energy to engage in that conversation with you right now."

Waylen held her as if she were a piece of ice.

At that moment, the blinds were drawn, obscuring the view of the glass enclosure.

Rena could no Longer see the baby.

She turned to face Waylen, searching his eyes.

"Because of Alexis, we will still encounter each other in the future as her parents. But,

Waylen, spare me those tender words that repulse me."

Waylen's face grew ashen.

Just then, Mark approached.

In his hand, he carried a coat, swiftly draping it over Rena upon sighting her.

"I've been searching for you everywhere. Why are you dressed so Lightly? What if you catch a cold?"

Rena wordlessly followed Mark.

Throughout, Mark acted as if he hadn't noticed Waylen. Anxiously,