The fragile Little being tightly shut her eyes...

Was the poor Little one suffering?

Waylen whispered softly, "I'm sorry, Rena."

Apologies were all he could offer

Alexis’ condition was critical.

The doctor eventually located Waylen and delivered the news to him privately, saying, “Mr. Fowler... The survival chances for the newborn are now less than five percent. We called you here to inquire about your decision."

Five percent

Waylen's complexion turned ashen.

After a moment, he clenched his teeth and declared, "My wife and I refuse to surrender.”

The doctor gazed at Waylen intently before continuing, “I must also inform you that Mrs. Fowler's condition is deteriorating. She is experiencing severe postpartum depression. If she continues to cling to this glimmer of hope... It may result in damage to her nervous system, leading to irreversible consequences. In other words, she will suffer from depression for the rest of her life."

Waylen's fists slowly tightened.

With difficulty, the doctor continued, “Only by removing her from this environment can we prevent her depression from worsening. Mr. Fowler, do you grasp the significance of what I am saying?”

Waylen understood.

As long as Alexis remained alive ad struggling, it would be an agonizing torment for Rena.

For Waylen, he was faced with a heart-wrenching choice between Alexis and Rena.

He refused to give up on either of them.

He desired Rena and yearned for their child to survive...

He remained silent for a prolonged moment, and then whispered, “I want my child to live. I want my wife to regain her health too... In that case, I need your full cooperation.”

The doctor was taken aback by Waylen's decision.

After leaving the doctor's office, Waylen sought out Mark.

Mark was engrossed in his work, his brow furrowed.

Waylen stood at the doorway and called out, "Mr. Evans."