Alexis placed the flowers in a vase she found in the cabinet.

Glancing at the book, she asked, “You've read that before. Why read it again?"

Calvin's gaze shifted leisurely to her belly.

“Aren't you about to have a baby? I thought it might be useful to brush up on it," he replied.

Alexis remained silent, her gaze softening.

She wasn't sure how to tell Calvin that she and Leonel had got married earlier that day, nor did she want to argue that she was coerced, which would come off as hypocritical.

She also couldn't bring herself to tell Calvin that after she got pregnant, she planned to take him back to Braseovell.

If his health continued to decline, she wanted him to stay in the country, knowing there would always be a place for him in the Fowler household.

But she kept these thoughts to herself, instead focusing on adjusting the bouquet and inquiring about his health and medication. Half an hour later, a servant brought Calvin his dinner, and Alexis stayed to watch him eat.

Seeing him with a good appetite brought her some relief.

As she was leaving, Calvin's voice stopped her. "You're with him again, aren't you?" he asked, his tone calm.

Alexis tensed slightly, but didn't deny it.

"Yes."

Calvin's hand clenched the quilt, but his voice remained steady and gentle. “That's good. Evelyn needs a father like Leonel."

He acknowledged his own limitations, realizing he couldn't offer much to Evelyn and felt like a burden to Alexis.

But in Alexis' heart, Calvin was not a burden-he was family.

Turning back, Alexis approached his bedside, tenderly stroked his hair, and embraced him gently.

Calvin's treatment was essentially a costly battle against time, trading vast sums of money for a prolonged life.

Over the past three years, he had spent tens of millions on medical expenses, a feat impossible for most.

Alexis, however, was prepared to sacrifice everything for him.