Waylen wiped the blood from his brow, rose to his feet and departed.

As the door shut, Mark's anger erupted in solitude. He forcefully shoved the papers to the floor and berated, "He is insane. If he truly loved her, why did he inflict so much harm upon her before?"

While venting his frustrations, Mark dejectedly took a seat.

His eyes were bloodshot.

In truth, he knew this course of action could, at the very least, save

Rena's life.

Waylen returned to the ICU ward.

Rena remained fixated on the baby. He couldn't determine if she slept more than three hours a day.

She was gradually expending her life for the sake of this child.

Following Waylen's decisive choice, he felt a tinge of sorrow. It was an emotion he had never experienced before but now he comprehended it.

He was a husband and a father.

Yet, he had failed in all his duties.

He had caused his wife to endure such suffering...

He embraced her.

Perhaps it would be the Last time he could hold her so unabashedly.

Naturally, Rena resisted.

Waylen clung to her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and whispered, "Allow me to hold you for a while. Just this once, Rena...

Please don't push me away."

She lacked the strength and simply allowed him to embrace her in silence.

He couldn't perceive her warmth.

Nevertheless, he pressed close to her neck, inhaling her scent, evoking countless cherished memories of their time together.

It was evident that he loved her.