He held her close, no more touching, just embracing.
Eventually, he murmured, âLetâs head to the hospital.
I think your dad got a blood transfusion.
â
Turning her face, he planted a gentle ki*s.
âIâll treat you right, Alexis.
â
They left together, Noreen watching closely, feeling the tension.
Leonel sure knew how to push Alexisâ buttons.
He was stuck with the Fowler family for life.
Returning her phone, Noreen said, âHere you go, Miss Fowler.
â
Alexis stayed quiet, hurrying to the elevator.
Because sheâd just had a baby, she was still weak.
Leonel held her waist, whispering, âYour dadâs awake and okay.
â
âThank you, Mr.
Douglas,â Alexis said politely.
Leonel smiled wryly.
In the car, Alexisâ phone rang.
It was Marcus.
She asked softly about Waylen, casually mentioning she was on her way.
In her mind, nothing mattered but her father at that moment.
Alexis and Leonel soon pulled up at the hospital.
Waylen had already received the transfusion and was up.
When he opened his eyes, he went straight to Rena, asking, ââWhereâre Alexis, Marcus, Elva and Leonel?â
The car crash had been serious and Waylen had likely suffered a concussion.
He had woken up forgetting heâd busted Leonelâs shovel.
ALL he could think about was his kids.
Marcus couldnât take it.
He stormed out, his fists clenched.
Melissa followed, finding him by the smoking area.
He wasnât smoking, just lost in thought with tears welled up in his eyes.
When he heard her, he wiped them away and said, âThat jerkâs blackmailing my sister.
I bet heâs trying to get her back.
â
It wasnât exactly fair to call Leonel cruel.
At least heâd given blood the moment he got the news of the accident.
But Marcus couldnât believe how slick Leonel was, even in this mess.
Melissa whispered, âYour dad still cares about Leonel.
Keep cool when he shows up.
â