Returning home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was falling.

Seated on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official affairs.

Without raising his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin's been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all day."

Cecilia turned her gaze to her son.

Edwin approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, "I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the snow."

Sensing her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn't bring herself to decline.

She tenderly ruffled his hair and nodded.

“Alright, go ahead. Put on your down jacket."

Edwin complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia's eyes.

At some point, Waylen had ceased his work.

Gazing at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with Mark.

She had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow's touch... His gaze then fell to her hand.

The milk tea cup sat half-drunk.

Waylen's tone took on an air of indifference.

“Did Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to it."

Cecilia pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother's possible displeasure.

Waylen cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren't you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you're moved just because he bought you a cup of milk tea?"

“Waylen."

He cared for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you're patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won't stop you."

With that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living room.

Cradling the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had intensified...

Had Mark's flight taken off? Was he safe now?