He desperately missed her and longed for her with every fiber of his being. He hadn't seen her in a while and it was killing him.

He was aware that he had a problem, but there was nothing he could do.

He couldn't get better. He didn't want to get better either.

Alexis being with him was the only cure.

A knock on the car window interrupted his thoughts.

Leonel turned to look out the window.

An man in his fifties stood outside. His clothes were old and worn-out. His face was weathered, but Leonel recognized him instantly.

His biological father...

Kenneth Douglas leaned closer to the window, he exchanged a glance with his son as he rolled the window down.

They locked eyes. Two men bound by blood...

One dignified and the other of a low class.

A couple of seconds passed until Kenneth broke the silence. “Leonel.

I saw you from afar. I wasn't sure at first, but it really is you."

Leonel stared at him without saying anything.

He studied the man before him.

He could remember clearly. His father was once a small business owner.

He was usually well-dressed, and loved socializing in entertainment places. Soon after, the man cheated on his wife, who ended up killing herself by jumping off a building.

Leonel used to despise his father so much.

To be honest, he never stopped hating him, neither did he think he would see him again. Especially in the state he was in.

Was this what they called karma?