She chuckled softly, a bitter tone underscoring her resentment.

"Leonel, you've already figured out whose child this is, haven't you?"

Leonel sneered coldly. "Does it concern me?"

With that, he headed toward the door, ready to leave.

Knowing Serenity since their youth, he once thought of her as pure and sweet, but now she seemed more like a vicious serpent.

Leonel had no intention of getting entangled in her affairs.

As he reached for the door handle, Serenity's shattered voice broke the silence. "The child is your father's!"

As she uttered these words, her chest heaved violently.

Her voice, hoarse, continued, “Leonel, you must take responsibility!”

Leonel's gaze dropped, and he stared at his hand on the doorknob, his veins pulsating with intense anger.

After a prolonged silence, he restrained his voice. “Serenity! Did you even bother finding out who my father is before making this decision? I've severed ties with him. Waylen is my father now."

"That's impossible!" Panic filled Serenity's voice.

She refused to accept that this was all in vain.

But Leonel had no intention of prolonging the confrontation. After a momentary distraction, he opened the door, only to be abruptly pulled into a hug.

"Leonel, please don't leave!

Think about the child growing in my womb, carrying your blood. Can't you sense it? Maybe a healthy boy or a sweet little girl, Leonel...

Can't we raise the child together?"

She even guided his hand to her belly.

Leonel recoiled as if electrocuted, yanking his hand away sharply.

Through gritted teeth, he exclaimed, "Serenity, have you no shame?