Waylen was taken aback by Alexis’ fragility and the self-inflicted wound, but it was the news of her pregnancy that truly rocked him.

The doctor's words hung heavy in the air. “Miss Fowler's current condition isn't suitable for termination. The best course of action is to carry the baby to term."

Waylen's shock deepened.

With a stern expression, he instructed Marcus. "Summon Leonel. I have questions for him."

As Marcus prepared to leave, Leonel arrived.

A servant lingered outside the study, announcing carefully, “Mr. Douglas is downstairs.”

Narcus' agitation was palpable. "Finally, that bastard arrives. Save me the trip! Dad, I'll fetch him."

As Marcus finished speaking, he noticed Leonel lingering outside the study.

Unlike Marcus, Waylen was less impulsive and kept his cool. He glanced at Leonel briefly before turning to his son. “Marcus, go check on your sister and Evelyn. Close the door behind you."

Marcus nodded, but as he neared the door, he couldn't resist throwing a punch at Leonel's gut.

"Fuck you! What does my sister owe you to deserve all this?"

Leonel stood firm, bracing for the blow. He had anticipated this confrontation, ready to face whatever came his way. Maybe he'd end up battered, or he's lose everything.

But he didn't dwell on the consequences, nor did he really care anymore.

Marcus seethed with anger, glaring at Leonel. “If Alexis hadn't brought you home that year, would you even have stood here today?"

A bitter smile crossed Leonel's face.

“I get it. I owe her everything."

Leonel's love for Alexis had twisted over time. Maybe it began when she left him for Calvin, or perhaps when she returned home, making him realize Calvin could've won her over if he didn't know her earlier than Calvin.

From then on, jealousy consumed him.

Every move he made had seemed wrong ever since, leading him to this irreversible point.

Marcus' voice dripped with menace. "You do owe her, Leonel. Live with that regret for the rest of your days. Even if the baby arrives, how will you ever face it?"