Leonelâs chest tightened with pain.
âI canât bear the thought of losing you like that.
â
Alexis continued to cry silently.
She knew he had compromised, and it left her heart heavy with sorrow.
He struggled to speak through his sobs.
âWill you keep our baby? Please, I promise not to interfere your life.
Just, please keep our childâ¦â
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But Alexis remained silent.
Leonel decided to forgo further inquiries, opting instead to spoonâfeed Alexis half a bowl of soup before placing her phone gently on the bedside table, a constant reminder of his vigil.
Alexis, weakened by her ordeal, delicately picked up the phone, her fingers trembling as she powered it on.
Almost immediately, the phone rang, Waylenâs voice breaking the silence.
âAlexis! Where are you?â
After a momentâs pause, Alexis replied in a hoarse whisper.
âIâm in Merblune.
â
Three days later, a private jet winged its way back to Duefron from Merblune, bearing the emblem of the Fowler family.
Meanwhile, Leonel boarded another private plane, trailing behind.
They returned to Duefron.
Waylen was taken aback by Al
xisâ fragility and the self-inflicted wound, but it was the news of her pregnancy that truly rocked him.
The doctorâs words hung heavy in the air.
âMiss Fowlerâs current condition isnât suitable for termination.
The best course of action is to carry the baby to term.
â
Waylenâs shock deepened.
With a stern expression, he instructed Marcus.
âSummon Leonel.
I have questions for him.
â
As Marcus prepared to leave, Leonel arrived.
A servant lingered outside the study, announcing carefully, âMr.
Douglas is downstairs.
â
Narcusâ agitation was palpable.
âFinally, that bastard arrives.
Save me the trip! Dad, Iâll fetch him.
â
As Marcus finished speaking, he noticed Leonel lingering outside the study.
Unlike Marcus, Waylen was less impulsive and kept his cool.
He glanced at Leonel briefly before turning to his son.
âMarcus, go check on your sister and Evelyn.
Close the door behind you.
â
Marcus nodded, but as he neared the door, he couldnât resist throwing a punch at Leonelâs gut.
âf@ck you! What does my sister owe you to deserve all this?â
Leonel stood firm, bracing for the blow.
He had anticipated this confrontation, ready to face whatever came his way.
Maybe heâd end up battered, or heâs lose everything.