After a moment of hesitation, Leonel replied, "You and Evelyn can enjoy more when you come tomorrow."

Daniel nodded understandingly. “Ah, I get it. They are for Mom. Do you want me to tell her?"

Leonel was momentarily speechless at Daniel's thoughtfulness. What a considerate boy you are! He thought to himself through gritted teeth.

Anyway, with the help of the kids, the sweet treat ended up on the dining table of the Fowlers.

In total, there were six cups neatly arranged there.

Without any change in expression, Daniel announced, "Dad said each of you have two cups. The ones with the most fruit and least ice are for Mom."

Waylen and Rena exchanged surprised glances, rendered speechless.

Then, Waylen looked upstairs, remembering Alexis’ recent weight loss, likely due to her lack of appetite in the hot weather. Concerned, especially considering her pregnancy, he sighed deeply.

"Okay," he conceded, "send these to Alexis' room."

Finally, a servant delivered the sweet treat. A small portion was set out on the bowl, which looked tempting in the summer heat.

Although Alexis didn't have much appetite, she still felt inclined to have something like that.

However, she hesitated after the first sip. She could tell it wasn't made by the cook at home, but by Leonel.

This was his special recipe.

With her head bowed, she stirred the bowl in silence.

The servant sensed that Alexis had likely noticed something amiss, so she grew increasingly nervous and worried that Alexis might refuse to have more.

Leonel had prepared the treat, and Alexis knew it from the first sip she took.

She hesitated for a long time, before bringing another spoonful to her lips.

The sweet treat, typically served cold to be refreshing, unexpectedly harbored a hint of bitterness.

Alexis tasted it; initially slowly, but then her pace quickened.

Before long, she had finished the entire bowl and looked up at the servant. “It's tasty," she declared.