The doctor responded in a low voice, "He's stable for now, but he needs a consistent living environment. Miss Fowler, please reconsider the advice I gave earlier."

Alexis acknowledged his suggestion with a nod.

As Calvin's assistant escorted the doctor out, exchanging a few words at the door.

Leonel's gaze returned to Alexis. He questioned her, "Are you planning to marry him just for the sake of his emotional and physical well-being?"

Alexis, drained from the exchange, replied quietly, "That's none of your concern."

Leonel's expression darkened at her words.

Alexis let out a soft sigh.

“Please, just go. Leonel, you're in no position to demand anything from me."

Her thoughts lingered on the possibility that had she made different choices, she might already have had children.

She would have long walked out of his life.

Leonel studied her for a moment, noting the subtle dark circles under her eyes, before finally departing.

The assistant returned, seemingly with a question, but Alexis, sitting on the sofa and casually flipping through a magazine, dismissed it with a wave of her hand.

"Just make sure he's well taken care of. Keep him out of trouble."

As the assistant nodded and left, Alexis' thoughts drifted.

She then murmured to herself, “Actually, Leonel made the right choice."

With that, she offered a subtle and faint smile.

That evening, Calvin left her apartment.

Alone, Alexis uncorked a bottle of red wine and sipped it slowly.

She lit a long, slender cigarette and placed it on the ashtray, watching as it smoldered quietly into ash.

Her mind occasionally wandered to Leonel. He had called her twice that evening, but she didn't pick up. She had no desire to rehash the past or engage in conversations that led nowhere.