NovelEnglishEmbracing 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.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough 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?”
Waylen chuckled. “Dad, there needs to be a process, right? I can’t just whisk Rena off to the City Hall and register our marriage right now, can I? Besides, we live together now. It’s actually quite wonderful.”
Alexis whispered, “Mom sleeps with me.”
Waylen was rendered speechless.
Korbyn glared at Waylen and reproached, “Hey! Don’t give my Lexi that death stare just because she tells the truth!”
Korbyn then bent his head and said kindly to his granddaughter “I will handle them for you.”
Alexis erupted in giggles.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPerched on Korbyn’s lap, she planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
Korbyn’s heart melted into a puddle.
Holding Alexis close, he inquired earnestly, “Waylen, when can you take over the reins of the company from me?
Rena also has her own career to attend to. How about I take care of Alexis for you?”
How could Waylen remain oblivious to Korbyn’s intentions?
He took a sip of tea and replied slowly, “I have my hands full with the Exceed Group. Adding the Fowler Group to the mix… Dad, I’d be utterly exhausted.”
Korbyn chuckled. “You won’t be worn out to death. I can see that you’re brimming with energy.”
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