Mark stubbed out his cigarette.

"Nah. We men don't need to make a big deal out of it."

Despite that, he headed upstairs the next second.

Waylen turned to Alexis and Leonel, his expression turning stern.

"Now, what's going on with you two?"

Alexis, reclining casually, responded, "What could be going on? Dad, you're comfortable in your life, unaware of others' struggles. You and Mom can be lovey-dovey, but you begrudge us having a little fun?"

Waylen's anger flared.

Rising to his feet, he pointed at her.

"Repeat that. What do you mean by ‘having a little fun'? With whom?"

Alexis stood up and silently mouthed two words— Leonel Douglas.

Marcus, lounging on the sofa, stroked his nose with amusement.

Alexis sure knew how to stir things up!

Waylen, taken aback, struggled to respond. Feeling out of his depth with his daughter, he turned his interrogation towards Leonel.

"And you? Is this a game to you?"

Leonel replied with restraint, "I expect her to take responsibility."

This answer sounded more pleasing to Waylen.

Alexis, meanwhile, headed upstairs, casually throwing over her shoulder, "Maybe in the next life!"

Waylen felt a mix of emotions. Despite Leonel's own mistakes, as Alexis' father, Waylen felt a sense of shame of how his daughter turned out to be. He believed it was partly his fault.

Marcus, idly flipping through a magazine, chimed in, “Leonel is decent and successful, actually quite a good match for my sister.

Worst case, she gets pregnant and has a kid. Won't exactly be a problem, right, Dad?"