He loved her. He was certain of his love for her, yet he had forsaken her.
And now, Rena… no longer desired him.
Waylen struggled to catch a glimpse of Rena during the following days.
Mark dispatched individuals to stand guard outside Rena’s ward.
The remaining members of the Fowler family were granted access, yet Waylen alone was denied entry. Determined, he sought an audience with Mark.
Within the confines of a modest reception room at the hospital, Mark diligently immersed himself in his work,, unwavering in his commitment. No matter how overwhelming his obligations, he refused to leave Duefron and leave his niece to face the present situation alone.
Waylen approached, imploring for mercy.
Mark, without hesitation, struck Waylen repeatedly before casting him aside. Waylen, a man of pride, abandoned his self-esteem and dignity, sinking to his knees in front of Mark, an act that endured for hours.
Eventually, Mark lifted his gaze, addressing Waylen.
Although Mark’s tone softened slightly, his words remained frigid. “Waylen, your pleas are in vain. You are well aware that you and Rena are finished, regardless of the child’s… whether she can…”
Mark’s eyes welled with tears. To calm his emotions, he lit a cigarette.
Yet, despite his efforts, he choked on sobs for an extended period before resuming. “Regardless of the child’s fate, the two of you are through. It is an impossibility now and forever. No woman could possess such magnanimity, unless she were a fool.”
Waylen understood it all.
Rena had severed ties with him previously, and he had beseeched her for a second chance.
Her pregnancy with Alexis had finally mended their relationship a little.
Over the past six months, Rena’s demeanor towards him had evolved from frigidness to tenderness, then to affectionate concern. They had, in fact, experienced a brief period of marital bliss.
Waylen’s heart ached at the recollection.
He humbled himself. “I understand, Mr. Evans. All I ask for now is an opportunity to care for her.”
Mark scoffed. “To care for her? Are you certain you aren’t repulsing her?”
Waylen felt a pang of embarrassment.
Just then, one of Mark’s subordinates delivered. news. “Mr. Evans, a Mr. Coleman and a Miss Coleman have arrived at Miss Gordon’s ward and insist on seeing her. Miss Gordon has agreed to meet them.”
Mark closed the file promptly, hastening towards the exit.
Waylen trailed behind Mark.
In the ward, Rena stood silently by the window.