Leonelâs face was ashen as he touched the baby with trembling fingers, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Marcus, unable to hold back, spoke in a low voice, âIf you had been more considerate of Alexisâ feelings, none of this would have happened.
Did you not realize the pain childbirth would cause her?â
Leonel understood.
He had always known, but in his desperation to keep Alexis, he had acted irrationally, believing a child would bind her to him.
Now, he realized that no number of children could anchor her affection; it only pushed her further away.
âIâm sorry.
Dad, mom, Iâm so sorry.
â
Rena found his apology unbearable.
As a woman, she empathized deeply with Alexisâ ordeal.
Waylen, struggling to contain his emotions, replied tersely, âApologies are futile now.
â
The entire Fowler family was gripped by anxiety, all praying for Alexisâ safety.
An hour later, the medical team finally brought Alexis back; she had received numerous bags of blood.
She was now stable but remained unconscious.
Transferred to the VIP ward, Alexis faintly heard her parents talking and her baby crying nearby.
Her fingers twitched slightly.
It wasnât until dusk that Alexis finally awoke.
Opening her eyes, she was met by Renaâs worried gaze.
âMom! Where is the baby?â Alexisâ voice was hoarse as she spoke.
Quickly, Waylen picked up Cordelia and brought her to Alexis.
âLook, she resembles you so much.
â
Turning her head, Alexis gazed at the delicate baby resting beside her pillow and gently caressed her.
Suddenly, Cordeliaâs face scrunched up; she turned red and began to cry.
They realized her diaper was wet.
Wanting to spare Rena the effort, Waylen took over, swiftly changing the diaper and using warm water to clean the baby.
He chuckled.
âAlexis, I never took care of you like this when you were Little.
â
Being a premature baby herself, Alexis had spent her first two years of life in a lab.
She managed a weak smile.
Her memories of that time were vague; she mostly recalled being asleep.
However, she did remember a very handsome man who visited occasionally.
He would talk to her and gaze at her through the incubatorâs glass, his face always a mask of nostalgia and regret.
Much how Like Leonel looked⦠right now.
Thinking of Leonel caused Alexisâ expression to darken.
Waylen, understanding his daughter deeply, sensed her thoughts and said softly, âHeâs outside.
He said he wanted to see you and the baby.
â