In such moments, Alexis knew better than to provoke Leonel.
He seemed preoccupied, his mind likely on Evelyn. His actions seemed less about genuine anger and more about irritating her, perhaps even testing her.
With the tension somewhat diffused, Leonel could have been furious with her.
But with a sick child, parental concerns often override personal grievances.
He left her with a few terse words and began his slow ascent upstairs, his silhouette stretching in the light.
Alexis watched him go, debating whether to follow and check on Evelyn.
However, recalling his harsh words, she chose instead to return to her luggage packing, her mind filled with worries about Calvin’s future.
*
Meanwhile, upstairs, little Evelyn had woken up.
She sat at the head of her bed, rubbing her eyes. In this unfamiliar environment, she was almost scared to cry but found some comfort in Ollie’s company, managing to hold back her tears.
She looked hopefully at Leonel as he entered the room.
Leonel paused to watch her, and then approached and sat beside her bed.
He gently touched her head, asking softly, “Does it still hurt?”
Evelyn, brought back from her drowsy thoughts by her father’s presence, snuggled into his embrace. “It still hurts,” she whispered.
Leonel tenderly massaged the sore spot, soothing her.
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Half-asleep in her father’s arms, Evelyn murmured that she was hungry.
Noting the time, Leonel smiled at her quick return of appetite.
He lifted his daughter, carrying her downstairs.
Indulging her reluctance to walk, he fully embraced his role as a doting father.
The house was well-prepared for Evelyn, equipped with everything a child could need. In the kitchen, Leonel set up a pink booster chair and had Evelyn sit there while he cooked.
He decided to prepare a substantial meal, anticipating that Alexis would join them later.
As he cooked, Leonel engaged in conversation with Evelyn, keen to catch up on her childhood years he had missed.
His interest in her early life was evident. He was eager to learn more about his daughter.
Evelyn indeed had a remarkable memory for a child so young, recalling even distant memories with clarity, much to Leonel’s delight.