But Waylen halted him.
“Where have you been last night? Alexis was out, and you were gone too. This house is starting to feel less Like a home with each passing day. Is it haunted that neither of you want to be here?”
With no other option, Leonel took a seat on the sofa.
With a meaningful look at one of the servants, Waylen signaled for a medical kit to be brought in to tend to Leonel’s injuries.
The concerned servant, who had watched Leonel grow up, couldn’t help but inquire, “Who could have beaten you up this badly?”
Leonel felt embarrassed to discuss it in front of Waylen.
Leonel mumbled, attempting to downplay the situation.
But how could Waylen be easily fooled? His gaze was sharp, and after a moment of contemplation, he let out a chuckle.
“Our Mr. Douglas commands respect out there. Who would dare lay a hand on him? If there’s a fight, it must be about girls!”
Angela’s Library
Leonel gingerly touched his bruised nose.
In high spirits, Waylen lit a cigarette and leaned in, his curiosity piqued.
“So, how much younger is this Calvin compared to you?”
Leonel was slightly caught off guard by his directness.
Waylen laughed again.
“You see, I may not have much, but I’ve got some experience to share with you!”
He paused, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“When Rena was young, oh, she was quite the heartthrob, a real handful! What should I do? We can’t have a husband and wife constantly at odds. So, we need to find a way to turn a rival into an ally! Like that young man with the last name Moore, didn’t I just adopt him as my sworn son? Learn from that, young man!”
Leonel’s expression remained inscrutable, a mix of surprise and bewilderment.
Leonel paused in tending his wound and stood up. He announced, “Mr. Fowler, I think it’s time for me to get some rest.”
Waylen called out to him.
“Hey, I’m not done talking!”
Leonel was already making his way upstairs, his posture exuding pride and dignity. His voice echoed back to Waylen.
“I’m not quite ready to adopt a son that old.” If I decide to have a child, I’ll do it on my own terms!”
Waylen scoffed, “Do you think having a child is as simple as a hen laying an egg? If you can do it, then have one for me! Rena and I have been yearning for a grandchild. Let me tell you, none of you measure up to Edwin. He always handled family conflicts with such finesse!”