In the blood collection room, Dr. Nguyen drew Leonel's blood personally.

“Usually, we have supplies stored. But this time's different."

Leonel knew. Alexis had depleted his reserves during childbirth. Now, Waylen needed a lot.

Dark red blood flowed into the tube.

Killian warned, "You're pushing it. Any more and you'll crash."

Leonel's smile was weak. "Draw another two hundred. It might not be enough."

Speaking, Leonel fished out a cigarette.

Killian squeezed his hand, whispering, “The nurse will bring some milk later. Take care and you shouldn't smoke all day long."

Leonel just grinned.

After a while, Killian stowed the plasma. Rushed to Waylen, the hospital dispatched it. Leonel wanted to tag along, but Marcus interrupted with a call.

Ignoring it, Leonel knew Marcus’ game.

Three calls later, he answered the fourth one, his voice icy, "Have Alexis beg me."

Marcus faltered on the other end. Then, he unleashed his frustration, “Leonel, think! Dad has backed you up for years. You hurt my sister but did he ever do anything to you? Even if he doesn't say it, I know that you still have a place in his heart. He still cares about you but you're just ungrateful."

“There's no need to rile me up. If you want my blood, Alexis needs to beg me."

"You bastard!"

Leonel hung up. When Marcus called again, he ignored it. Minutes later, Alexis rang.

"I'm on my way to the company. I have something urgent to deal with."

Alexis' voice became anxious, "Leonel..."

Leonel casually suggested, “Let's meet at my office."

With that, he ended the call and powered down his phone.