Waylen shot back, "This is not a joke!"

His gaze then shifted to the other two.

“Nearly 30 and still no urgency. Do you plan to remain single forever?"

Alexis, not in the mood for such discussions, especially with Leonel present, was visibly annoyed.

She stood up, playfully placing her hand on Waylen‘'s forehead.

“You were the same at my age, Dad. I'm just following in your footsteps," she reminded him.

Waylen, in a mock gruff tone, called them all "Damn brats!"

Alexis responded with a forceful kiss on his cheek before grabbing her coat and departing.

Waylen watched her leave, and then turned his attention back to Leonel.

"And you? Still fixated on one possibility? It's time to find someone and start a family. Life has to move on."

Leonel, lost for words, remained silent.

After a while, Waylen excused himself to go upstairs.

Marcus, left alone with Leonel, folded his newspaper and smiled slyly.

“Leonel, you know, my dad's never really been fond of you.”

Leonel, maintaining his composure, replied, “Perhaps everyone will have to endure a little longer."

He then excused himself from the table.

Marcus, left with his coffee, took a leisurely sip, a knowing smile on his face.

Exiting the courthouse at eleven in the morning, Alexis felt a sense of accomplishment.

She had just won a lawsuit, and the grateful plaintiff had called, albeit with the audacious request of reducing the legal fees.

Alexis tossed her briefcase into her car and got in, phone in hand, wearing a slight smile.