A heavy feeling settled in his heart.

Evelyn was sick.

That had to be the reason for Alexis' actions. She was seeking another child from him, perhaps as a hope or solution for their ailing daughter.

Leonel put out his cigarette, rubbing his face with force. He longed to confront Alexis about Evelyn's health, but restrained himself.

Instead, he made a different call.

"I need a thorough investigation on someone. Yes, my daughter, Evelyn Fowler. Gather all her information from Braseovell, especially hospital records and medical details. I'll pay whatever you demand. Just make it quick."

After the call, he sat motionless, lost in thought, before finally driving off.

The service he employed was costly, but it was worth it.

Leonel spent twenty million dollars but received the information by the afternoon.

Evelyn's blood carried a regenerative disorder, necessitating a matched stem cell transplant. The optimal solution was a transplant using cord blood.

Consequently, Leonel was Alexis' chosen partner for this purpose.

Given that the highest chance of a successful match came from umbilical cord blood from a donor sharing the same biological parents as Evelyn, Leonel's involvement was crucial.

As evening approached, the twilight cast a golden hue over the bedroom.

Leonel sat in contemplation, the documents slipping from his grasp onto the carpet.

Regaining his focus, he picked them up, reviewing them repeatedly.

He consulted a specialist he knew. The diagnosis matched the investigation's findings.

They needed another child, Leonel realized.

But he pondered, if Evelyn weren't sick, would Alexis have ever returned?

Her disdain for him was no secret, she wanted no part in his life.

Leonel struggled with these thoughts, unable to decide which outcome was more painful or unbearable.