Rena glanced at his arm.

Without uttering a word, she swiftly averted her gaze.

Waylen was pierced by her cold eyes. There was no longer any warmth in her gaze for him. She regarded him as a mere stranger.

If it weren't for Alexis, she would never have shared the same space with him.

Waylen hastily departed.

He tended to his wound in silence and returned to the ward.

He couldn't bear such frigidity. Gently embracing Rena from behind, he murmured in a raspy voice, “Rena, you can hit and scold me, but please don't be so cold towards me.”

Rena did not break free from his embrace.

For she had no strength left...

She knew he yearned to salvage their relationship but, in her heart, their connection had long perished.

Rena turned around.

Her eyes held no glimmer of light.

“You didn't take it seriously when I tried to talk to you. Now... it's doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

If you hadn't gone abroad, perhaps nothing would have changed. I would still be wounded and the baby would still be in the ICU. But Waylen...

The point is, no woman can endure her husband abandoning her for the divorce proceedings of his first love. You can never fathom how I endured that hour.”

Rena's eyes welled with redness.

“When I called you, your flight should still be waiting to take off. If you hadn't turned off your phone and had made it back, we would have never reached this point."

At least... at least Alexis would have been brought into this world with both her parents there for her.

Not in such a deplorable manner.

How could Rena ever forgive him?

She... she couldn't.

Having expressed her sentiments, Rena turned around and quietly observed Alexis.