She was much younger than him. She had always been obedient to him, but today she had slapped him.

The air turned deathly silent.

Mark was of high status.

Apart from Zoey, nobody had the audacity to slap him.

Mark was in a daze as he stared at Cecilia.

In that moment, she was no longer the naive girl who knew little of the world. She, like him, was a parent, and since he had not been a good father, she had every right to unleash her anger on him.

Mark did not lose his temper. He gently grabbed her hand and tenderly stroked it.

“Eat something first, and then we'll continue searching for him."

"IT can't eat."

Cecilia pushed him away and staggered forward. She was consumed by worry for Edwin, fearful that something terrible might have happened to him.

The night grew completely dark.

She ran through countless streets as if she were in a frenzy.

Mark hugged her from behind.

"Cecilia."

Cecilia gazed at Mark and said in a trembling voice, "There's one place I haven't checked. He must be there. He must be."

They got back into the car.

Half an hour later, the car came to a stop in a dark, narrow alley.

The concrete was pocked with holes.

The electric lines crisscrossed like spider webs.

The dilapidated building's walls seemed as though they could collapse at any moment.