Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the room, growing louder with each passing second. The door swung open, revealing several policemen who entered with an air of authority.

Eloise's mind raced, and in a moment of desperation, she cried out, "I hurt Harold! Arrest me! Take me away! I am willing to face the consequences of my actions, even to spend the rest of my life behind cold prison walls, but please, don't harm Rena! Harold, I'm begging you!"

Kneeling on the floor, Eloise clutched her head, overwhelmed by feelings of helplessness, remorse, and regret.

She hated herself for being powerless, for acting on impulse, and for allowing Harold's manipulations to drag Rena down.

The scene that unfolded before them was completely unexpected.

The policemen turned their attention to Harold and inquired, their voices Laced with curiosity, "Mr. Moore, what is going on here?"

Harold, aware of the gravity of the situation, gently took hold of Rena's trembling hand and guided her to sit beside him.

Rena's body quivered violently, and an ache of disappointment settled in Harold's heart. Had he become such an intimidating presence to her?

Since Rena had agreed to his request, he had to offer her some incentives. To mask his pain, he carefully covered his wounded abdomen with tissues and calmly explained, "Amidst the chaos, I might have inadvertently injured myself. However, our company's surveillance cameras, though currently out of order, will be repaired within the next two days. At that time, I will provide you with the complete surveillance video."

The policemen immediately regarded the situation as a tangled affair of emotions.

Their inquiries remained curt, and soon they departed, Leaving behind an air of unease and tension

Rena continued to tremble, aware that Eloise was temporarily safe, but also cognizant that Harold now possessed the surveillance footage, a weapon he could use against Eloise at any moment.

Inside Harold's office, an eerie silence settled, shrouding the room in a tense atmosphere.

Harold's complexion turned pale, his pain now evident on his face. He turned his head towards his secretary and issued an order, "Prepare the car." Then, his gaze fixed on Rena as he gently grasped her chin, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and Longing, "Come to my villa tomorrow night, okay?"

Rena's eyes appeared vacant, devoid of the spark they once held.

Harold persisted, “Play the piano for me, Rena."

Not a single word escaped Rena's lips, but Harold remained undeterred.

He was driven by a strong desire to keep her by his side, to regain the control he once held over her. He firmly believed that in just a matter of days, Rena would return to her former obedient self.

Waylen, he thought bitterly, would become nothing more than a forgotten memory for her.

With his injuries weighing heavily on him, Harold departed accompanied by his secretary and assistants, leaving Rena to attend to Eloise's well-being.

As soon as the man was gone, Rena had helped Eloise get back home.

Her soothing voice was later on finally able to break through the older woman's state of shock.