A congregation gathered by the entrance of the resuscitation chamber, where even Eloise made her way in a wheelchair. Tenderly clutching

Rena's hand, Eloise sought to provide some warmth to Rena.

Rena stood motionless.

Though she was exceedingly feeble, she resisted the urge to sit. Her gaze fixated on the weighty iron door

She dared not blink, fearing she might miss even the slightest occurrence.

Inside, her beloved Alexis fought tenaciously for survival...

The doctor regarded Alexis’ current endurance as nothing short of miraculous.

The doctor acknowledged the immense suffering endured by the infant and even hinted it was probably time to let go, to lessen the baby's pain

Yet, day after day, Alexis continued to laboriously breathe. She remained tethered to this world, yearning for her mother's presence. It was obvious that she wanted to Live.

It was only after becoming a mother herself that Rena truly comprehended agony.

Though the anguish did not afflict her physically, it surpassed any torment she had ever known.

Waylen hurried to Rena's side.

Korbyn glanced at Waylen, ceasing his reproach. He recognized that his son, too, was burdened with pain.

Alexis was cherished by everyone.

Juliette and Cecilia had wept for an extended period but they tried their best to suppress their sobs now in front of Rena. Speaking gently to her son, Juliette murmured, “Waylen, please ask Rena to take a seat.

She gave birth just ten days ago."

Juliette felt an overwhelming sense of anguish

Being a woman, she understood how debilitated one would feel after childbirth, not to mention Rena, who had suffered numerous injuries.

Waylen procured a chair for Rena, yet she adamantly refused to sit.

Eventually, he made her lean against him. She struggled briefly, then grew motionless

The resuscitation room's door remained sealed for another four hours.

The doctor finally emerged, displaying slight fatigue.