She looked down, smiling faintly. "That's funny! Why should they let you in? It's my great-uncle's house. Go back to your hotel.”

Her words wounded Leonel deeply.

Everything he had since childhood came from the Fowler family.

Now, stripped of those privileges, he was merely the old Leonel Douglas.

Evans Gardon, once a familiar place, was now out of his reach.

The Evans family driver, oblivious to the rift, greeted Leonel. "Mr. Douglas, aren't you coming?"

He replied with a melancholic shake of his head, "No, I'll be at a hotel."

As Alexis boarded the car, Mark, seated in the back, eyed her. "Did you really have a fallout with that guy? He looks madly upset."

In front of her parents, Alexis could maintain a facade, but before her great-uncle, her defenses crumbled. "Great-uncle Mark!" she exclaimed.

As a child, she always turned to him first with her problems.

Mark embraced his beloved little girl, ready to set things straight.

Through the rearview mirror, he glimpsed the heart of the problem.

With a soothing voice, Mark said, "If he's not the right one for you, we'll find someone better. There's no reason to be upset, right?"

Alexis, battling a storm of emotions, answered, “He's irreplaceable to me! It seems I'm destined to be single!"

Mark couldn't help but laugh at her melodramatic statement. "That's a ridiculous thought!"

Joining in the light-hearted moment, the driver added with a chuckle, “Miss Fowler, with your beauty, you have countless admirers. In Czanch alone, suitors would indeed line up at your door!"

As they drew closer to Evans Gardon, a taxi stopped at the entrance.

Leonel emerged from the vehicle.

With feigned ignorance, Mark commented, “Look at this boy, showing up uninvited as if he owns the place. I certainly didn't summon him!"

At that moment, Cecilia made her appearance, tasked with welcoming their particular guest.