The car crash had been serious and Waylen had likely suffered a concussion. He had woken up forgetting he'd busted Leonel's shovel.

ALL he could think about was his kids.

Marcus couldn't take it. He stormed out, his fists clenched.

Melissa followed, finding him by the smoking area. He wasn't smoking, just lost in thought with tears welled up in his eyes. When he heard her, he wiped them away and said, “That jerk's blackmailing my sister. I bet he's trying to get her back."

It wasn't exactly fair to call Leonel cruel.

At least he'd given blood the moment he got the news of the accident.

But Marcus couldn't believe how slick Leonel was, even in this mess.

Melissa whispered, “Your dad still cares about Leonel. Keep cool when he shows up."

Marcus wanted to argue but, seeing Melissa so calm, he stayed quiet.

He squeezed her hand. “I got it."

As they talked, Alexis and Leonel approached.

After Alexis had the baby, she had been drained. When she approached, Leonel had held her, looking all cozy.

Marcus had felt a pang. He should've seen what Leonel was after.

Marcus' eyes were watery but he remembered his wife's words.

"Hey, Dad's good. Thanks, Leonel. You can ask for anything. Even a piece of Fowler Group, no sweat. Just don't mess with my sister," Marcus said tensely.

Melissa gripped Marcus' arm, fretting.

Leonel paused, eyeing Alexis. Then he turned to Melissa, "Do you mind taking Alexis to Dad first? I have something to chat with Marcus."

Melissa hesitated, worried.

Glaring at Leonel, Marcus told her, “Take her in.”

As Alexis started to speak, Marcus cut in, "Go see Dad. He was asking about you two as soon as he came to."