"Of course you will," Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark was somehow uncomfortable.

But before he could ask him about it, Mark's phone rang. It was a call from Waylen.

By now, it was around 4 a.m. in Duefron.

Mark was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn't say or do anything.

“Answer it. Maybe Edwin misses you," Peter urged in a low voice.

Mark broke into a smile.

"That silly boy," he chuckled.

Since it might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a little bad.

Waylen's voice sounded a little tired.

But Mark heard him when he said, "Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia Evans."

Cecilia had given birth to a girl that had been named Olivia?

The hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn't say anything for some time.

After a brief silence, Waylen said, "Mark, Edwin misses you so much."

Mark closed his eyes.

But Waylen continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I'll ask her to take photos of the baby along."

“Okay," Mark said softly.

After another brief silence, Waylen said, "Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and thrive."

He knew that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good man.

He had sacrificed too much in the first half of his life. He didn't deserve to end up like this.

Meanwhile, Mark sniffed and put down the phone.