As Rena stepped out of the car, her trembling persisted.
Taking Elvira to the hospital was imperative but explaining the situation to others seemed an insurmountable task.
Could she spirit Elvira away? Would the police let her do so?
In that crucial moment, a warm hand enveloped hers. “Rena, don’t be afraid. I’m here,” a reassuring voice said.
Startled, Rena spun around.
It was Waylen.
The sight of him sapped her strength, and she could only manage to utter his name in a quivering voice, “Waylen.”
Gently clasping her hand, Waylen rasped, “Leave it to me.”
With resolve, he hurried over to Alexis, producing a styptic enzyme from his pocket and handing it to her.
Both Alexis’ legs were now stained with blood.
Waylen’s heart ached for her. Cradling her in his arms, Alexis leaned against him, her tear-streaked face pleading, “Dad… It hurts.”
He kissed her forehead and hoarsely assured, “Dad will take you to the hospital.”
Time was of the essence. Handing Alexis over to Rena, he urged, “Get in the car.”
Next, he lifted Elvira from the ground, making a call to police chief. “Mr. Hopper, it’s me, Waylen. A heinous incident occurred at the entrance of my daughter’s kindergarten. My wife subdued the assailant, but the perpetrator’s life might be in danger. We’ll take her to the hospital for now… Alright, understood.”
Upon exchanging a few words with the police chief, Waylen ended the call.
Elvira seemed to finally grasp the gravity of the situation. Her lips quivered as she hoarsely protested, “No. No. Waylen… You wouldn’t do this to me.”
Waylen retorted firmly, “I will, and | will do it without hesitation.”
With that, he placed Elvira into another car.
Two black limousines departed in succession. Ten minutes later, they reached an upscale private hospital.
Rena cradled Alexis in her arms, offering soothing words to ease her distress.
Waylen kept Elvira hidden from their sight. Instead, he approached Alexis, gently caressing her head. “Don’t be afraid. Dad is here.”
Tears welled up in Alexis’ eyes as she clung to Rena.