Waylen gripped his phone tightly, affirming hismitment, “I’ll be there right away.”Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    cing the phone down, he shifted his gaze towards Rena.


    Rena overheard the conversation. In a gentle tone, she advised, “Go ahead. Make haste but drive safely.”


    A nervous lump formed in Waylen’s throat, causing his Adam’s apple to bob.


    In truth, he deeply desired Rena’spany, wishing to introduce her to his beloved grandmother, Betty. However, he pondered the possibility that Rena might decline due to theplexities of their rtionship. Even if she agreed to apany him, she would likely feel embarrassed.


    After contemting for a while, Waylen murmured under his breath, “I might be upied for some time.”


    Rena’s demeanor softened, indicating her newfound warmth.


    When she got out of the car, Waylen suddenly rolled down the window and said to her, “Rena…”


    Standing amidst the nocturnal surroundings, she waved him forward, dering, “Go ahead.”


    Waylen’s gaze lingered on her momentarily before he pressed on the elerator.


    A two-hour journeyy ahead as Waylen drove towards the eastern suburbs. His grandmother, Betty, who was Korbyn’s mother, had been residing there for an extended period due to the favorable air quality and conducive environment for recuperation.


    Tonight marked a fateful urrence, as Betty’s impending demise loomed. Delirium had overtaken her since dusk.


    The nurse urgently summoned the family. Korbyn arrived andprehended Betty’s imminent passing, prompting him to summon Betty’s children and grandchildren, urging them to bid their final farewells.


    As the eldest son, Korbyn held a prominent position, while Waylen stood out as the most exceptional member of the younger generation. Betty held a special fondness for Waylen.


    Drawing herst breath, Betty patiently awaited Waylen’s arrival.


    Parking the car, Waylen hastened to Betty’s bedroom. The entire Fowler family made way for him, granting him ess. Korbyn leaned in close to Betty’s ear and whispered, “Mother, Waylen has returned to see you.”


    Betty teetered on the edge of life.


    Yet, upon hearing footsteps, her eyes gradually fluttered open, revealing a glimmer of recognition.


    Her gaze exuded a remarkable rity.


    Korbyn recognized this phenomenon as terminal lucidity. Betty had been waiting all this time for her grandson to return and exchange a few words with him….


    True to form, Betty sat upright.


    Waylen swiftly approached, squatting before her, sping her frail hand and tenderly kissing it.


    Betty extended her trembling hand to caress his hair.