Their divorce didn't seem like a big deal.

As long as Alexis and the kids were okay, he was fine.

He had pushed her to have their third child, trying to make her stay by his side.

Maybe the accident had been his punishment, but thankfully, Alexis and Cordelia were fine.

They chatted a bit more. Alexis casually offered, "You can come see the kids anytime."

Leonel stayed silent for a while after she said this.

Finally, Alexis asked, “Are you still there, Leonel?"

His pain was intense but he managed to say in a stable voice, "Maybe another time. I have been busy of late."

Alexis was surprised.

She knew Leonel adored Cordelia.

But they were divorced now. She wouldn't blame him or ask for explanations. After a pause, she said, “Okay then. Well... Take care.”

Leonel's lips moved slightly.

Once more, a sharp pain shot through his left thigh. He had to bite back his words; the pain was unbearable.

Then Alexis hung up.

In a daze, Leonel heard his phone beep.

It slipped from his grip as he collapsed on the bed, gasping.

In the dark, his eyes, full of pain, stared blankly at the ceiling.

Later, the light flicked on.

He grabbed a file bag from the bedside and emptied it. Pictures of Alexis scattered across the bed...

They were some photos of Alexis from her time abroad the last few months.