Lyndon... Just leave. Do not disturb Rena any further. She has endured a great deal. Allow her to lead a peaceful life from now on."

Lyndon departed in a dazed state.

As they reached the doorway, Ann couldn't help but voice her discontent, saying, “It's just a minor cut. I can't believe they're making such a fuss about it. Waylen's eyes are filled with anger."

Dahlia also voiced her concern, saying, "That child is exceedingly fragile."

Lyndon maintained his silence.

Within the confines of the Fowler residence's hall.

As soon as the Colemans departed, Korbyn cradled Alexis in his arms. He kissed her gently and expressed his remorse, asking, “Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts," Alexis said with a grimace.

"Grandpa, blow on my boo-boo."

Korbyn clasped Alexis' leg and blew softly on the wound.

Alexis' spirits were finally lifted.

Embracing his granddaughter, Korbyn remarked to Rena, “This little one bears such a striking resemblance to you. She possesses the same personality as Waylen though."

Pride emanated from Korbyn's visage as he made this statement.

Rena responded with a smile.

However, her worries lingered.

Waylen held her hand and whispered, "Alexis has Rh-negative blood and a blood clotting disorder. As her immediate family, I am unable to directly transfuse blood to her. This particular blood type is scarce in blood banks, so we must take utmost care of her."

Though he didn't explicitly state it, Rena understood.

There was always someone between them who had to sacrifice more—probably even their career, to keep Alexis away from harm.

Rena nodded in acknowledgement.

Juliette sensed the weightiness of the conversation. She glanced at her son and invited Rena to have tea in the parlor.

Only three individuals remained in the hall.

With Alexis nestled in his arms, Korbyn looked at his son and inquired, “Waylen, I'm uncertain of your intentions. Aren't you two going to give Alexis a complete family?"