Kenneth's voice quivered as he asked, “Do you truly take him as your son?"

Waylen stopped and turned back. “You should ask Leonel who he truly considers his father in his heart."

Waylen believed he had the charm.

Waylen arrived back at home around 8 PM.

The aroma of dinner filled the air. His wife, Rena, was in the kitchen, orchestrating the meal's preparation with the servants. The light in the corridor softly illuminated her features, highlighting her soft and gentle Look.

When she saw Waylen, Rena asked in a soft tone, “Where have you been?

Everyone's been waiting for you for quite a while!"

Without waiting for his reply, she added, "You're always the one who wants everyone home, and now when they're all here, you're the one who's missing!"

Waylen offered a faint smile and put his arm around his wife. "I was tied up with some work, not out being with another woman," he joked.

Rena blushed at his words.

With no one else around, Waylen took the chance to reassure her, “You know how much you mean to me. No other woman, no matter how young or beautiful, could ever compare to you."

Rena, focusing on a different aspect of his comment, playfully asked, “Are you saying I'm old?"

Waylen laughed and said, “Of course not!"

He looked at her tenderly under the corridor Light.

His admiration was sincere. Rena had managed to maintain her youthful appearance over the years. The children were a big help, the older ones taking care of the younger, and with his support, Rena had fewer worries.

She still looked as delicate as she did in earlier years.

Waylen, as her husband, felt extremely content.

Upon entering the living room with his wife, Waylen's eyes immediately fell on Alexis and Leonel.

Leonel, who he had drove away before, was now lounging on the sofa, flipping through a magazine as if he had always belonged there.

Waylen felt a surge of mixed emotions but kept his face expressionless.