NovelBarIn response to the question, Rena’s reply was a gentle affirmation.
Preferring to shield the elders from embarrassment and anger, she chose not to divulge certain matters.
However, unbeknownst to her, Korbyn had been privy to the events, thanks to his network of spies.
Fixing his gaze on Rena with a shrewd gleam, he asked deliberately, “Aren’t you angry at him for making such a request? Rena… Allow me to remind you, indulging him merely because he has done much for you is not wise. You don’t need me to recount Waylen’s troubled past, do you? In any case, tolerance is not a sustainable solution. You slapped him so many times, but he still begged you to get back together, right?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRena maintained her silence.
Korbyn recognized her tender-hearted nature, understanding her reluctance to be harsh with Waylen now.
Care and concern for both Rena and Waylen stirred within Korbyn’s fatherly heart, leaving him with a throbbing headache.
At seven o’clock in the evening, Waylen returned. The Fowler family was preparing to dine together.
As the dark silhouette of the sports car halted, Waylen emerged. Unable to resist her excitement, Alexis rushed over, wrapping her arms around his long leg and nuzzling her little face against it. “Dad, | missed you so much.”
Waylen’s body tensed slightly…
For he had never been accustomed to interacting with children in his memory. Yet, carrying Alexis, he felt a hint of tenderness in his heart.
Could this be the bond of blood?
Witnessing his son cradling his granddaughter, Korbyn concealed any trace of rejection on his face, though a touch of sadness lingered in his heart.
In that moment, Korbyn surmised that Waylen couldn’t possibly fathom the depth of his love for Alexis.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJuliette discreetly wiped away her tears.
During the family reunion dinner, an air of silence enveloped them all…
Waylen and Rena sat side by side but a palpable sense of distance separated them.
Waylen couldn’t recollect Rena.
And Rena couldn’t surrender to vulnerability, knowing Waylen had forgotten her.
Korbyn yearned to bring them together, believing that through physical intimacy, familiarity might gradually return.
Following the meal, Waylen dabbed his lips and expressed, “Dad, | have a case to handle. | must return to the law office.”
Korbyn’s displeasure surfaced. “Is your case more important than your family?”
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