Nevertheless, this was more than enough for Mark.

One day, Cecilia brought Edwin to visit Mark.

While she went for her prenatal check-up, Edwin was brought to the ward by the nanny. The little boy gently pushed open the door and peeked inside.

Mark looked up and noticed Edwin's presence.

In a gentle, hushed tone, he asked, "Why don't you come in?"

Edwin softly closed the door behind him and made his way to the bedside. He crawled onto the bed and nestled against Mark, resting his head on Mark's shoulder.

Mark felt a pang of sadness.

Perhaps Edwin had sensed something was wrong.

Mark gently stroked his son's head and asked, "You don't call me ‘great-uncle’ anymore?"

Edwin was on the brink of tears and sniffled.

In a hoarse voice, he exclaimed, "Dad!"

Mark mustered a faint smile and scolded, "Silly boy."

As children often did, Edwin wore his heart on his sleeve. He held Mark's hand and whispered, "Dad... I don't blame you anymore. Get better soon, okay?”

Even if it meant giving up his dad for Laura, Edwin was willing to do it.

He couldn't bear the thought of his father's death.

Tears welled up in Mark's eyes. In the latter half of his life, Mark, who had enjoyed a carefree existence in his earlier years, had failed many people.

Edwin was the person Mark had wronged the most.

Holding back his tears, Mark hugged his son and assured him, "I promise you."

Edwin nestled closer to Mark, possibly exhausted, and soon fell asleep.

Mark gazed at his son's face for a while.