Mark sighed. "It's preferable for them to compete for now. Otherwise when a genuine challenge arises, they'll crumble at the first obstacle."

Waylen offered a faint smile. "Are you concerned Edwin might struggle to retain control of the family business?"

Mark remained indifferent. "If he can't, that's his loss!"

Waylen found solace in Mark's response.

However, after ending the call, a heavy weight settled in his heart, along with a constant concern for one individual.

Throughout the night, as he tossed and turned in bed, Rena discerned the preoccupations plaguing his thoughts.

Nestling against him, she whispered gently, "If you're genuinely concerned about him, pay him a visit. You're well aware of the way."

"Who said anything about worrying for him?"

Waylen turned over, pretending to be annoyed. "That rascal is plotting against us!"

Rena enveloped him in an embrace from behind.

She tenderly caressed his lips and, with a light smile, remarked, "I believe you find a certain satisfaction in it!"

Waylen turned to face her.

He cradled Rena in his arms, his face in close proximity to hers, softly inquiring, “Rena, am I growing old? Is that why I'm becoming more lenient?"

Rena leaned against his chest.

After a brief pause, she whispered, "Waylen, there's no need to blame yourself. You're being strict simply because you regard Leonel as your own child."

Waylen sighed. "Yet he never returns home now."

He felt genuine fear. Understanding Alexis’ temperament, if she truly couldn't forgive Leonel, would he never come back to this family?

Before the onset of early summer, Edwin and Laura celebrated their wedding.

Initially, they intended to postpone it until the autumn.

However, Laura was expecting.