Cecilia's voice cracked as she spoke.

Mark whispered an apology in return.

With logic in her tone, Cecilia urged, "Think it over."

And with that, she ended the call.

Mark set his phone down slowly, then settled into his car, lighting a cigarette and taking slow, deliberate puffs... Once the cigarette was finished, he continued his drive to the airport.

Cecilia had already flown away.

Mark purchased a ticket and settled into the departure area.

He sat there silently, observing the airplanes as they took off and landed.

Waylen had brought Cecilia and Edwin to his home.

Inside, Leonel was keeping Edwin amused with play.

Alexis was at the piano, her posture impeccable, the epitome of grace.

Waylen effortlessly cradled Edwin with one arm while skillfully balancing the luggage with the other.

Cecilia sensed that she might be inconveniencing Waylen a bit.

Waylen gently placed Edwin on the ground and regarded Cecilia's teary gaze.

"You have your job. Who will look after Edwin? Or do you want our dad to worry about you and nag you every day? I'm telling you, our parents are still unaware of what happened between you and Mark.

If they were to find out, who knows what could transpire?"

Cecilia had always been obedient to Waylen, so she kept her complaints to herself.

Rena was expecting a baby.

With Edwin feeling unwell, Rena prepared a pot of soup for him.

Fearing he might become more irate and speak harshly, Waylen headed to the kitchen to offer Rena some company.