But he did something wrong."

Cecilia couldn't help but feel sorry for her son.

Maybe it was because of the hardship they had suffered, Edwin was more mature than children his age. She couldn't help but remember when he ran back to where they used to live because he was unhappy and this made her feel even more sorry for him.

She wanted to carry him back to his room, but she was feeling dizzy.

In the end, Edwin went to bring a blanket and covered her with it.

Then he got under the blanket with her to help her stay warm.

The night was far gone. But all of a sudden, the door knob was turned gently.

Then a slender figure came into the room. The person didn't turn on the lights, but was instead able to move around in the darkness.

The house was full of the smell of red wine, with a hint of sweetness in it.

On the sofa, Cecilia and Edwin were in each other's arms. Cecilia had fallen asleep and her relaxed face looked lovely.

As Mark looked at her, he suddenly realized how much he had missed her.

He looked at the both of them quietly for a moment. Then he took Edwin out of Cecilia's arms.

Immediately, Edwin woke up.

He rubbed his eyes and looked up, only to find himself in his father's arms.

He wanted to stay awake, but he was just too sleepy. He could only lean on Mark's shoulder and murmur inaudibly.

Mark patted him on the back, encouraging him to go back to sleep.

Then he put him on the bed and came back to take care of the drunk mother.

Till now, Cecilia had no idea that her son had been taken away from her.

Perhaps because she felt a little hot after consuming alcohol, she kicked off the blanket from her body and Mark could now see that she was wearing a burgundy shirt and a silk skirt. But even though it reached down to her knees, it still didn't hide her wonderful figure.

She looked very attractive.