With a pallid face, Waylen uttered, “Leave!”

Elvira was taken aback.

She had never anticipated such heartlessness from Waylen. She had assumed, at the very least, that he still harbored some feelings for her.

Lyndon said with urgency, "Waylen, Elvira..."

“You should Leave as well.”

Waylen's voice was laced with an even colder demeanor.

Lyndon stood there, stunned.

Waylen had always held him in high regard. How could... How could

Waylen treat him in this manner now?

Rena's words had shattered Waylen. He knew she had done it intentionally. She was aware of his aversion towards Elvira, yet she chose to utter those hurtful words. She truly desired a divorce.

Suppressing the anguish in his heart, Waylen addressed Lyndon, "I have repaid the debts my family owed you. We need not cross paths again. I will also inform my father that any ties between the Fowler family and the Coleman family are now severed."

Lyndon was completely bewildered, unwilling to depart.

Mark instructed his men to escort them out.

Outside the ward, Mark cast a glance at his men and Lyndon was forcibly restrained on the floor.

Lyndon's hand, once adept at playing the piano, was held down.

Mark deliberately pressed his foot onto Lyndon's hand, exerting slow, deliberate pressure.

He maintained a cold demeanor.

This hand, which had once captivated his sister, Rena.

This hand, which Rena had admired since childhood.

Of what use was this hand, born to a man destined to fail?

Elvira screamed but a firm hand covered her mouth...

Suddenly, Mark applied force with his foot.