He whispered, âAlexis, after all this time, donât you feel anything? Look, weâve been doing okay lately.
We can go back to how things were.
â
Alexis didnât respond.
Instead, she got up to shower.
Watching her leave, Leonelâs gaze grew distant.
He lay there for a while before getting up to wash in the guest room.
Then he went to help Evelyn with her homework.
Alexis had been sleeping a lot lately, leaving him to assist Evelyn with her studies, but the little girl was growing increasingly distant.
Time flew by.
Early one morning, about two weeks later, Alexis sat on the bathroom floor lost in thought.
Her period was three days late and hadnât shown up yet.
Feeling uneasy from a mix of womanâs intuition and her bodyâs changes, she sat quietly for a long while before getting up and getting dressed.
She feigned feeling unwell and asked the servant to bring breakfast upstairs.
Ten minutes later, the servant arrived with the tray.
As she set the tray on the table, Alexis walked over to the door and quietly shut it.
Turning back to the servant, she asked in a soft voice, âWhat did Leonel offer you as a reward?â
Initially, she just wan
the servant, burdened by guilt, couldnât hold back the truth.
Trembling, she nervously adjusted her apron and confessed, âThat day, Mr.
Douglas found out about the watch.
He gave me the pills.
I thought he loved you so much, he wouldnât harm you⦠Soâ¦â
Alexis closed her eyes, understanding everything.
The medicine she had been taking was indeed fake.
Leonelâs manipulation left her feeling trapped.
No wonder he was so confident about her pregnancy; he controlled every aspect.
She lowered her head, her hand gently caressing her abdomen.
A child should already be on the way.
The child was a product of Leonelâs manipulation, leaving Alexis uncertain about her options-keep it or terminate the pregnancy.
At that moment, she harbored intense hatred towards Leonel.
The servant noticed her expression, trembling as she grasped the situation.
Alexis realized venting her anger at her wouldnât alter anything.
The servant, much like her, was under Leonelâs sway.
She settled onto the sofa, softly instructing, âYou can go.
Close the door behind you.
â
The servant breathed a sigh of relief, briefly considering comforting Alexis, but recognizing her demeanor, she refrained.
The door shut quietly.
Alexis stared at the medicine bottle on the coffee table, lost in contemplation.
After a while, the bedroom door creaked open, admitting a tall figure.
Alexis didnât need to glance up to recognize Leonelâs presence; the servant must have informed him.
She raised her gaze, speaking mockingly.
âHere to check the results? Should I offer my congratulations?â