Transferring the entire blood supply from the blood bank?

Leonel, almost frantic, interrogated the staff about the specific destination of the blood supply in Braseovell.

However, the staff was unaware of the destination. They could only confirm that the blood was dispatched to the airport, where Alexis personally claimed it.

Disconnecting the call, Leonel hastily made his way to the airport.

Swiftly securing a private plane to Braseovell, Leonel, upon arrival, invested heavily in booking large screens and media outlets to Locate Alexis. Despite considerable expenses, Alexis appeared to have vanished from the world.

A week later, under the cover of night, Leonel's phone rang with a call from Waylen.

The conversation was brief. Waylen only told Leonel that Alexis had a girl.

The girl's name was Evelyn Fowler.

Leonel found himself in a state of shock. Clutching his phone in the nocturnal breeze, a strange sensation coursed through his veins, almost reversing the flow of blood.

Eventually, Leonel, his voice trembling, queried, "Where is Alexis?"

Waylen, with a solemn demeanor, shook his head.

In a hushed tone, he confessed, “I don't know. Come back home, Leonel. Reclaim a semblance of normalcy. Offer Alexis an escape, and find solace for yourself."

Clutching his phone, Leonel lapsed into a contemplative silence.

His resolve remained unyielding.

Waylen sighed, a touch of sadness permeating his voice. "You know her."

In truth, Alexis had extended every ounce of her tolerance to Leonel.

She was someone who couldn't easily forget something objectionable, yet she repeatedly made exceptions for Leonel.

Following the call's conclusion, Leonel sat by the river in silence, smoking contemplatively.

He gazed up at the starry sky.

The night sky in Braseovell was exceptionally luminous, with stars shimmering above. In a mix of happiness and sorrow, he contemplated that he now had a daughter, and her name was Evelyn. Evelyn Fowler.