Alexis finished, experiencing a wave of sadness.

She raised her gaze, speaking gently. "Years ago, when I took you home, I had my reasons, as did my father. However, the affection they've shown you since then is genuine. Let's not trouble them with this insignificant matter. It's not worth it."

"Not worth it..."

These words echoed in Leonel's mind.

The morning sunlight cast on his face, showing how pale he was.

Alexis released all her bitterness and no longer desired to quarrel.

In her heart, the distinction between right and wrong lost its meaning the moment she decided to let go of this relationship.

What was truly important to her was his well-being. She couldn't bear to see him in pain.

She still wished for his happiness.

With a voice laden with emotion, she said, "Let's leave it at that.

I'm off to the airport."

She stood up and took her leave, only to come back shortly with her bags. Meanwhile, Leonel just sat there.

He didn't say a word.

He merely remained there, drinking the milk Alexis had poured for him.

The last sip had turned cold.

Cecilia came over and draped a jacket around his shoulders.

Leonel whispered in a soft voice, “I can't keep her by my side. If I had become stronger and proven indispensable, would she have stayed?"

Cecilia was shocked.

She got really worried about Leonel at this moment.

He looked up and smiled faintly. "I'm alright Mrs. Evans. I've just realized a few things."