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How could he understate it? He was dying and in pain at the end of the dream, but he still said it was a beautiful dream.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay, Rena,” he coaxed her.

Rena had always been a bit of an introvert. She rarely expressed her feelings for Waylen in front of others, but now she was eager to see him and touch him. She needed to know that he was all right.

“Waylen… Please come back. I want to see you.”

Waylen also wanted to see her.

But he couldn’t Leave now. Not only were the mountain roads blocked by the snow, he also got frostbite in his legs. He was on his knees most of the night, and he couldn’t walk at all now.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

In the humble meditation room, he had experienced great pain in his dream, but when he woke up, he coaxed his wife.

“Once the snow stops, I’ll come to you by helicopter, okay?”

Tears streamed down Rena’s face.

It was a dream, but she remembered it so clearly that she could guess the price he had to pay.

He might not be able to wake up from the dream.

Holding the phone to her ear, Rena said gently, “I’ll wait for you.” It was as if she had waited for him for four years.

On the other end of the line, Waylen slightly raised his chin and replied, “Okay. I’ll be home as soon as the snow stops, Rena.”

After hanging up the phone, he put one hand over his chest.

His heart was beating so hard.

After Rena woke up, the Fowler family was jubilant, and Korbyn finally felt relieved.

He called his son and praised him.

Then he took his grandchildren to see their mother.

With Little Marcus in his arms, Korbyn opened the door to Rena’s ward, and the children ran in. Turning to look at Rena, Marcus, who was already over a year old, beamed and babbled, “Mommy!”

Rena had recovered a bit. She leaned against the headboard and reached out for her little boy.

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