She wasn't being entirely indifferent. It was just that if she did go see Lyndon one last time, she would have to face the Coleman family. Also, in what capacity would she be attending?

After learning about Lyndon's death, Rena was in a bad mood.

Waylen accompanied her.

The next day, Lyndon was laid to rest. ©

Rena went to Reina’s grave. She looked at her mother's smiling face in her photo on her tombstone beside which she put a bunch of lilies. She said, "He's gone, Mom.”

Waylen wrapped an arm around Rena’s shoulder and comforted her silently.

Rena leaned against him and whispered, "Four years ago, he stood here and spat out a mouthful of blood. It seems that that day marked the beginning of the end for him. He failed my mother, Waylen. And | think he spent his last few years on this earth paying for it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten ill."

Waylen nodded his reply.

He hoped that Rena would eventually let go of all her anger and bitterness toward her biological father. That was the only way she would be able to heal and move on.

It was near noon when Waylen walked out of the cemetery with Rena in his arms. After they got in the car, he said, "Dad invited us for lunch at home. Cecilia has already picked up Alexis."

Rena's heart softened.

"She likes Cecilia very much."

Speaking of Cecilia, Rena thought of her uncle and sighed softly.

Waylen stepped on the gas.

He beamed.

"Let them handle their own business. She's no longer young, and he way too old. What a match indeed!"

Rena thought Waylen was being mean.

Waylen reached out, held her hand, and said shamelessly, "I didn't see you dislike me when you moaned under me."

Feeling uneasy once again, Rena turned her head.

Half an hour later, they were pulling up the driveway of the Fowlers’ house.

In the living room, Korbyn was drinking tea. Seeing Waylen and Rena come in, he asked them to sit down.