But he didnât dwell on the consequences, nor did he really care anymore.
Marcus seethed with anger, glaring at Leonel.
âIf Alexis hadnât brought you home that year, would you even have stood here today?â
A bitter smile crossed Leonelâs face.
âI get it.
I owe her everything.
â
Leonelâs love for Alexis had twisted over time.
Maybe it began when she left him for Calvin, or perhaps when she returned home, making him realize Calvin couldâve won her over if he didnât know her earlier than Calvin.
From then on, jealousy consumed him.
Every move he made had seemed wrong ever since, leading him to this irreversible point.
Marcusâ voice dripped with menace.
âYou do owe her, Leonel.
Live with that regret for the rest of your days.
Even if the baby arrives, how will you ever face it?â
The thought stirred Marcus to boiling point.
Melissa happened to be at home too.
Upon her arrival, Waylenâs voice came hoarse.
âMelissa, join Marcus and visit Alexis.
â
Understanding Waylenâs intention, Melissa gently squeezed Marcusâ shoulder and murmured softly, âSure.
â
Marcus shrugged off Melissaâs touch, his demeanor harsher than intended.
Sensing Marcusâ agitation, Melissa brushed it off and nodded to Waylen.
Marcus, realizing his rudeness, felt a pang of guilt.
He grasped Melissaâs hand and said, âLetâs go.
â
Their love was palpable, stoking a twinge of jealousy in Leonel.
Waylen gestured calmly for Leonel to enter, closing the door behind them.
There were no scoldings or blows this time, Waylen had made it clear before.
Leonel was no longer his son.
Their ties had been completely severed when Alexis divorced him.
Waylen regarded Leonel with a calm gaze.
âWhatâs your plan for the baby?â
Leonel and Waylen stared at each other, but neither of them said anything.
Leonel gazed at the man in front of him who had once given him a lot of care and support.
Waylen was once a handsome and strong man, but at this moment, he was deeply worried about his children.
Leonel couldnât tell him what had happened to Alexis.
He guessed that Waylen already knew anyway.
He just wanted a promise from Leonel, such as declaring that he and the Fowler family would have nothing more to do with each other and he would never bother Alexis again.
But even Leonel knew that such things would not be enough considering the amount of mistakes he had made.
Whenever he thought of Alexis lying in a pool of blood, he couldnât even imagine forgiving himself.
By now, the study was quiet.
The only sound they could hear was the sound of their breathing.
But after a while, Leonel walked up to Waylen.
He knew fully well that he had no right to beg for the old manâs forgiveness.
Even though he knew that Alexis was the apple of Waylenâs eye, he had tormented her to the point of despair and suicide.
At this point, he felt utterly hopeless.
He knew he had already given up at that moment.