Leonel approached Alexis, placing his hands on her trembling shoulders. In a husky voice, he assured her, “It's not her, Alexis. She won't come back."

Alexis turned to him, her gaze frostier than before. "How can you be sure?"

Alexis persisted in wanting to see the woman. Reluctantly, Leonel retrieved five hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to her. He made a few gestures with his hands, although it didn't matter much if the woman understood them or not. Regardless, he was careful not to let the bystanders around them catch on to what he was doing.

The woman eagerly accepted the money, willing to do whatever was asked.

As Alexis lifted the hair in front of the woman's forehead, she realized that the facial features and eyes were different from Anika's. This woman was not Anika.

Feeling a sudden wave of weakness, Alexis’ body went limp, her strength draining away. The woman, unaware of what had happened, looked up at Alexis, who appeared pale and regal, with a beauty that seemed ethereal.

The woman continued to bow and thank them for their generosity.

Tears suddenly streamed down Alexis’ face as she observed the woman silently. Leonel comforted her, wiping away her tears and murmuring softly, "It's windy. Let's return to the car."

However, Alexis asked, “How much money do you have with you?"

Alexis' tone lacked its usual coldness. She even talked to him with the same warmth as she used to. Leonel would have willingly faced any challenge for that tone. Hastily, he emptied his wallet, revealing about four thousand dollars. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been more than enough to give to a stranger. But now, he was determined to make Alexis happy. “Let me escort you back to the car first," he offered. "There's an ATM nearby, and I'll withdraw more."

Finally, Alexis settled into the car, waiting patiently as the driver accompanied Leonel to withdraw money. Leonel proceeded to withdraw funds from several cards until he amassed approximately a hundred thousand dollars, which he then handed to the woman.

She was visibly stunned by the substantial amount of money, continuing to bow in gratitude.

In the midst of this exchange, a young girl, around ten years old, approached and began to bow to Leonel in the same manner as the woman.

The situation was undeniably distressing.

Leonel and Alexis were not typically known for their sympathy, but the woman's condition managed to strike a chord with Leonel. After some consideration, he instructed the driver to remain and arranged for the woman to be taken to the hospital to assess the possibility of healing her legs, with all medical expenses covered by him.

The driver commended Leonel for his kindness, while both the woman and the child showed their respect by bowing to him.

But Leonel couldn't shake the feeling that he was not a good man. He practically threatened Alexis to stay by his side before he could provide his adoptive father with a blood transfusion. He knew he was not inherently kind.

Returning to the car, Leonel found Alexis silent. He gently inquired, “Are you okay?"

Alexis remained silent.

After a moment of reflection, Leonel spoke up softly. "She's gone now. She won't appear before us again. It's all behind us, Alexis. Let's try to forget about it, okay?"