A multitude of Fowler Group employees awaited Marcus' financial obligations.

Time was of the essence, and Marcus couldn't afford further delay.

Acknowledging that his justifications were mere pretexts, he himself knew that the true reason lay in his awareness of Melissa's genuine desire to depart and her profound disappointment in him. Offering her peace of mind became his solitary contribution now.

Inhaling deeply from his cigarette, Marcus appeared leaner and more seasoned. His profile bore a resemblance to that of a youthful Waylen.

Leonel hazily recalled Marcus being 28 years of age.

In a gravelly voice, Leonel queried, “What prompts you to smoke so extensively now?"

Nonchalantly, Marcus responded, "My plate is full of business matters."

He extinguished the cigarette and decided to check on Alexis and Daniel again.

In the evening, Alexis extended an invitation for Marcus to join them for dinner.

Leonel had prepared lamp chops, a term Marcus preferred not to hear.

Politely, he declined the invitation.

On the journey back to the Fowler residence, Marcus passed by the apartment.

The car remained stationed at the roadside, yet he lingered within it for half an hour, ultimately abstaining from ascending.

Opting for the Fowler residence, Marcus found it alive with joy, celebrating the arrival of little Daniel.

Elva joined Rena in procuring an abundance of baby essentials earlier, now meticulously organizing each item. Rena wore a serene expression, and Elva nestled beside her.

Spotting Marcus' return, Elva joyfully approached, linking her arm with his.

“Marcus, you've met Daniel, haven't you?

He bears an uncanny resemblance to Leonel."

A faint smile graced Marcus’ features, prompting Elva's countenance to darken. "You rarely laugh these days, Marcus."

Gently nudging her, Marcus quipped, "Not everyone's like you, giggling all day long like a little fool."