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In response, Rena calmly replied, “I’m tired of loving you. Waylen, all | want is a peaceful life.”
Waylen had put on a shirt but suddenly he tore it off and donned another.
After repeating this several times, he finally emerged from the cloakroom.
He looked at her and said softly, “| won’t agree to a divorce.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRena lowered her gaze and smiled faintly. “I’ll find a way. Waylen, if you don’t sign it, don’t blame me for hurting your sweetheart.”
Waylen sneered. “She’s not my sweetheart. You are.”
Rena sneered as well.
This joke lacked any humor.
Without looking back, she turned and left, slamming the door shut…
Before leaving home, Waylen went to check on Marcus. The nanny was feeding the baby with milk. He couldn’t help but inquire, “Isn’t Rena supposed to nurse him in the morning?”
Rena’s breasts were quite full.
The quantity of her breast milk was so abundant that Marcus couldn’t even consume it all.
The nanny seemed concerned. She whispered, “Last night, Mrs. Fowler suddenly stopped producing breast milk. Not a single drop could be expressed. | don’t know what’s going on.”
Waylen was visibly taken aback.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHadn’t Rena given birth to Marcus less than three months ago?
Why did she stop producing breast milk?
He cradled Marcus in his arms, choosing not to press the matter further. He thought they should have a serious conversation tonight… about their marriage and their two children.
Eleven o’clock at noon.
After the trial, Waylen emerged from the court.
A girl stood before his car with a swollen face, her body covered in blood, and several bruises marring her exposed skin. Evidently, she had been beaten severely.
With quivering lips, Mavis implored, “Mr. Fowler, please help me plead with Mrs. Fowler to spare me. | only intended to keep the child company yesterday. | truly didn’t mean any harm. | had no idea she was unwell.”
Waylen swung open the car door and tossed in his briefcase.
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