“Impressive. You can really handle your drink," Waylen remarked, finishing his own in a single gulp. The fiery drink warmed him from the inside.

He fondly recalled the day Leonel first entered their lives.

Though not his biological son, Waylen had put as much effort and emotion into raising him as any of his children, even going the extra mile to cultivate him to fit into the business world.

And Leonel had proved himself capable.

Despite Rena's gentle protests, Waylen continued to drink, declaring, "I'm in a good mood today!"

They almost finished a whole bottle, and Waylen ended up quite drunk.

Rena helped him upstairs, instructing the kids, “Bring his coat up.

His phone's in the pocket. We don't want your Grandpa to find him this drunk."

Alexis stood up to get the coat, but Leonel stopped her, saying with a light tone, “Let me do it. You should eat more.”

He gave her a slightly reproachful look, noting she had been more focused on the spectacle than her meal.

Alexis didn't push the matter.

Leonel walked over to the couch, grabbed Waylen's coat, and as he was about to go upstairs, he saw a neatly folded paper slip from the pocket.

Intrigued, he picked it up and glanced at it.

Moments later, he raised his head, his eyes reflecting deep thought as he gazed upstairs.

Elva hurried over. “Leonel, what are you looking at?"

He hid the paper and gave a slight smile. “It's nothing!"

Then, he continued upstairs.

In the main bedroom, Waylen, tipsy, lay in Rena's care. He grasped her hand, his cheeks flushed. “Rena, let's have another kid!"

Rena blushed.

“At our age? Stop this nonsense! The kids will make fun of us!"