But all of a sudden, she saw a small figure in the darkness approaching her.

It looked delicate.

“Edwin?" Cecilia gasped in shock.

She quickly put down the glass in her hand because she didn't want him to see her drinking.

But Edwin quietly knelt beside her and touched her head.

"Mom, do you have a headache?" he asked in concern.

Cecilia felt sad to hear this question.

"I don't have a headache," she said in a tearful and hoarse voice.

What she had was a failed marriage. The man didn't even value them that much. But it was not supposed to be a big deal. After all, they still had each other, and things were much better now than they were many years ago.

At least, she could give Edwin the best quality of life and education he deserved.

They lived in a 260-square-meter duplex that was comfortable enough.

Nothing and no one else mattered.

But Edwin felt his mother was lying. He believed she must have developed a headache after drinking.

So he ran into the bathroom and put a towel in hot water. Then after squeezing out the water, he ran back and carefully placed the hot towel on Cecilia's forehead.

This made Cecilia feel much more comfortable.

Then Edwin leaned against her chest and began to talk to her.

“Are you really going to divorce dad?" he asked her.

Even though Cecilia was a bit drunk, she still had the presence of mind to know that she should not speak ill of Mark to Edwin.

So she replied vaguely, “I'm just not suitable to be with your father, but he loves you."

Edwin snuggled deeper into her arms and murmured, “Dad loves Mom too.