Marcus faltered on the other end.
Then, he unleashed his frustration, âLeonel, think! Dad has backed you up for years.
You hurt my sister but did he ever do anything to you? Even if he doesnât say it, I know that you still have a place in his heart.
He still cares about you but youâre just ungrateful.
â
âThereâs no need to rile me up.
If you want my blood, Alexis needs to beg me.
â
âYou bastard!â
Leonel hung up.
When Marcus called again, he ignored it.
Minutes later, Alexis rang.
âIâm on my way to the company.
I have something urgent to deal with.
â
Alexisâ voice became anxious, âLeonelâ¦â
Leonel casually suggested, âLetâs meet at my office.
â
With that, he ended the call and powered down his phone.
Meanwhile, Alexis glanced at her phone in silence.
Eventually, she began to change and instructed the servant, âIâll be out for a bit.
Look after the baby, please.
â
The servant, aware of Waylenâs accident, fretted over his condition and blamed Leonel for his apparent indifference.
After all, Waylen had saved Leonelâs life with his blood.
How could Leonel turn his back on him? They used to be like father and son.
As Alexis headed out, Marcus rang her up, curious about her plans.
âIâm going to plead with Leonel,â she confessed, eyes downcast.
Alexis slammed the phone down.
The driver knew it was serious, so he focused on speeding through the crowded street in the black limo.
Alexis sat silently.
She had just had a baby a few days ago and was still wrapped up like it was winter despite it being only early September.
She was wearing no makeup today and did not look as dazzling as usual.
She peeked out the window.
The scenery whizzed by.
Then a red cloud came into her view-a maple tree.
Alexis lifted her delicate fingers.
So the maple tree was red again.
Each year, the tree got redder, and she and Leonel drifted further apart.
Alexis pulled up at Leonelâs office.