When Leonel excelled in high school, topping a competition once, Waylen was there at the award ceremony like a proud father.

He then displayed the trophy in his study and boasted about Leonel's accomplishment to every guest he had.

After Marcus took control of the Fowler Group, realization dawned on Leonel.

The once dynamic man was showing signs of aging.

Waylen still appeared strong, but the years were catching up. During the holidays, he would always called him and asked if he was coming home.

Leonel lay down beside Waylen.

He had never slept in Waylen and Rena's bed before. He always felt like an outsider compared to the other Fowler children, so he believed this wasn't his spot. Now, lying there, he softly called out again, “Dad.”

Waylen closed his eyes, a gentle smile on his face.

After a moment, he affectionately patted Leonel's shoulder. "Silly boy! Why are you getting all emotional now?"

Later, Leonel headed downstairs.

The servants were cleaning up the dinner table. Rena approached him and asked, “How is Waylen doing?"

Leonel replied quietly, “Mom, you should get some rest."

Rena paused, but then smiled. "Alright, I'll head upstairs. Your dad, he's always a handful after he's had a drink."

With that, she went up to the second floor.

Leonel stepped outside and smoked two cigarettes. As he was about to go back in, he bumped into Marcus.

Marcus had just finished scolding Elva and wanted a cigarette too.

So, Leonel stayed with him.

When men smoke together, they didn't often talk much. The two remained silent for quite a while.

Finally, Marcus couldn't hold back. "So, you've won over mom and dad.

Is my sister your next target?"