She moved to the window for a glimpse.

A black sports car gracefully drove into the villa and came to a halt. A lean figure emerged from the vehicle.

Cecilia watched the man in silence.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She noticed Mark standing next to the car. Instead of going into the house right away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He indulged in a few deep puffs as if he were refreshing himself.

Cecilia's heart ached to see him like this.

She couldn't help but wish that child had never come into their lives.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

When she turned around, Waylen was there.

Wearing a black pajama, Waylen gave his sister a reassuring pat on the shoulder and urged, "He's come all the way here. Go and meet him.

I'll take Edwin to my room."

Cecilia had something on her mind, but not a single word escaped her

Lips.

Waylen strolled over to the bedside.

He cradled Edwin gently and barely took a couple of strides when

Edwin stirred from his sleep. Edwin embraced Waylen's neck and whispered, “Is that you, Waylen?"

Waylen kissed Edwin and said, “Both your aunt and I would like to share a bed with you tonight."

Edwin stayed motionless.

He had always longed to get close to the little one growing inside

Rena.