"Mr. Fowler,"

Leonel softly called.

Waylen snorted. “How did I instruct you as a child? I never taught you to intertwine personal emotions with your career, but now you've involved everyone. You're gambling on Alexis caring for you. She doesn't want you to spiral into despair, but, Leonel, do you consider this fair to Alexis?"

Leonel acknowledged the unfairness.

Struggling with his words, he choked out, "I'll treat her well."