In the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile bright.

"Peter, there's no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me Mark."

Despite the vast business dealings of the Evans family, Mark had embarked on a new venture, starting his own company.

This was just the beginning, and he felt confident about doing it right.

They arrived at the villa Mark had purchased.

Mark carried Edwin out of the car, planted a kiss on him, and whispered to him, “Do you think your mom is still upset with me?"

Edwin sneaked a peek at Cecilia.

Wrapping his hands gently around Mark's neck, Edwin whispered, "Mom didn't say that."

A slight smile appeared on Mark's face. He believed Edwin was a smart boy, given his proper answer.

Mark ran his fingers through Edwin's hair. Edwin's soft, brown hair and gentle features were endearing. Mark's affection for Edwin was undeniable.

Mark held Edwin with one hand while the other carried the baggage.

Mark didn't want to burden Cecilia with the labor work.

Cecilia shut the car door with a steely gaze aimed at Mark.

Mark felt a sting of disappointment.

Over the years, every time they met, she was ecstatic.

Despite feeling down, Mark forced a smile and walked into the villa with Edwin in his arms.

This villa spanned an impressive 0.2 acres. To maintain such a vast space, Peter employed two landscapers and four housekeepers, ensuring the home was fully furnished and equipped for daily necessities.

Cecilia found every aspect of the villa to her Liking.

Mark carried Edwin into the children's room.

Mark gently placed Edwin on the little bed and removed Edwin's coat.