She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Yet, because of him, Cecilia had to suffer in such a run-down place.

His heart ached.

Cecilia put away the towel, straightened up, and turned to face him.

She smirked.

“Make it up? What do you intend to compensate us with?

A villa, some jewelry, or a wedding that held little significance in your life?

Mark, my family has all those things.

Even if we don't, I can earn a living and provide Edwin with a good life on my own. I didn't stop you from taking Edwin to bond with you because he likes you, and you are his father. But what have you done for him?

So what Cathy's daughter can't speak?

Couldn't you have taken Edwin to kindergarten before going to the hospital? Couldn't you see how disappointed your own son was?

No, you saw it.

You just... You just don't love him that much."

After saying that, Cecilia smiled faintly and continued, “Mark, you shouldn't have resigned. You were perfectly suited for that job. You are not a family man."

Cecilia pushed him away and tried to walk out.

Mark felt deeply saddened.

She didn't make it out the door.

Mark suddenly had her body pinned to the door. He grasped her wrists with one hand, leaned over, and kissed her as though he were possessed.

She resisted, refusing to open her mouth.

Mark pinched her chin, forcing her to do so.