Flora, donning a smile, chimed in, "Indeed, what a coincidence that you are Mr. Evans’ juniors. How about | treat you to dinner at that nice restaurant nearby? Their food is exquisite!”

As she spoke, she unfurled a delicate folding fan, a sweet fragrance emanating in the air.

Involuntarily, Cecilia declined the invitation.

“Thank you, but | have a headache. I'm afraid | can't join you."

An intricate tension lingered in the air.

Peter tried to ease the situation, saying, "A headache? I'll get you some medicine then, Miss

Fowler."

Flora's attention was piqued by his attentiveness, leading her to speak up in a coquettish tone.

"Peter, | often have headaches. | don't recall you caring for me this much."

Though directed at Peter, her words carried an undertone of discontent, revealing her inner complaint that Mark didn't show enough concern for her.

Mark responded with a smile, "Don't you have enough people around you who can buy you medicine?"

Gently, Flora linked her arm with his and softly uttered, "As long as you are by my side, | will be fine..."

Cecilia's complexion turned pallid.

Peter continued to handle the situation until, finally, they settled into a private room at the restaurant.

Flora deeply cared for Rena, as she aspired to be a part of the Evans family.

However, Rena remained indifferent throughout.

Later, Flora attempted to shift her attention to Cecilia and served a piece of spareribs into her plate, but to her surprise, Mark did the same simultaneously.

Disgust filled Cecilia's gaze as she looked at the two pieces of spareribs.

Noticing her displeasure, Mark comforted, "Eat more and you'll grow stronger."

Flora snuggled up to him, her eyes filled with gentle affection, "Yes! Kids need to eat more to grow better!"

Flora seemed to hold no doubts about the relationship between Mark and Cecilia.

In her mind, Cecilia remained a junior. She'd even heard Cecilia refer to Mark as “uncle.”