His hand faltered, the joyous smile on his face freezing, but he quickly resumed Ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that you Lack proper nutrition, so I had the servant prepare..."

"Waylen, I don't need it. How many times must I say it? I don't need you."

His hands trembled ever so slightly as he gently set the bowl aside.

They were back to being strangers, unable to meet each other's gaze.

Perhaps it was easier to communicate this way.

He feared beholding her cold countenance.

Waylen's voice carried a tinge of despondency as he said, "If you don't want to see me, I'll ask your mother to care for you. Her leg injury has improved, and she can walk now... Rena, I understand your sorrow but don't dwell in it for too long, alright? We... We... we must move forward."

“I carried her within me for seven months. It took me 16 grueling hours to bring her into this world."

As Rena spoke, her heart and body throbbed with pain.

She gingerly sat up, her gaze fixed on her breasts.

She noticed the swelling, a sensation she hadn't experienced after giving birth to Alexis. Now, in the absence of Alexis, Rena's breasts began to produce milk.

And this throbbing ache served as a constant reminder of her lost child.

Rena's tears cascaded freely.

Clutching the white quilt, she wept bitterly, her delicate fingers curled in anguish...

Waylen witnessed it all.

He approached and tenderly enfolded her in his embrace.

Resting his head against her neck, Waylen murmured in a low, gravelly voice, "Rena, please come home with me. Let us leave behind this sterile hospital environment, where thoughts of Alexis constantly haunt you."

Rena shrugged off his touch.

Clutching the quilt, she remained Lost in a silent reverie.

The doctor had warned that it would take a considerable amount of time for Rena to heal and urged Waylen to exhibit patience in accompanying her through this journey.

Waylen remained steadfastly by Rena's side in the hospital. Even if she ignored him and refrained from uttering a single word for days on end, he refused to surrender. His gaze fixated greedily upon her countenance.

He was well aware that time was running out and his chances were dwindling.