Marcus' thoughts were heavy with indignation. Why should their family's treasured princess have to endure such treatment?

Why did Leonel think he could just return after his escapades and be accepted?

Why should Alexis open her heart to him again, when there were countless better men longing for her attention?

After Marcus finished speaking, Leonel's complexion turned ashen.

He was left in the dark about Alexis' health issues. He had no idea she was sick, a fact that had never been disclosed to him.

Marcus scoffed at his ignorance.

"You were too wrapped up in your own world, dreaming of a life beyond the Fowler family," he said with a hint of scorn, before exiting the room.

Left alone, Leonel remained seated, lost in thought for a long time.

When he finally ventured out of the room, the house was mostly silent except for some activity downstairs. Elva, having just returned from abroad, was distributing gifts to the house staff—-face masks and skincare products.

When a servant attempted to compensate her, Elva cheerfully declined, “No need! They're gifts for you!"

Leonel observed her from afar.

Elva noticed him and offered a gentle smile.

"Hi, Leonel."

He managed a slight nod, feeling a sting of guilt. Despite her warm greeting, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was undeserving of her affection.

Suddenly, Leonel felt compelled to act. He swiftly descended the stairs, snatched the car keys from the foyer, and headed out.

Elva called after him, curious, "Leonel, where are you going?"

His voice caught in his throat, but he mustered enough composure to gently stroke her hair.

“I'm going to find Alexis."

Elva responded with a simple smile, unaware of the turmoil within him.

Leonel sat in his car, took several deep breaths to steady himself, and then started the engine.