Two joyful occasions?

Upon hearing this, Mark detected something amiss and smiled faintly.

"I don't think I'll join you. I haven't seen my mom yet, and I'd like to visit her first. Let's have dinner another day."

Waylen's keen eyes didn't miss the subtlety.

“What a pity! The gentleman joining us today is from the Smith family, and he's quite pleasant."

Cecilia appeared slightly taken aback.

She had met the man once but hadn't given it much thought.

Mark smiled gently.

“That's truly a pity."

Glancing at Cecilia, he whispered, “I'll come to visit the children on another day."

With that, Mark descended the stairs.

Two more black limousines had arrived at the Fowler family's villa.

The car doors opened, and a man in his early thirties stepped out.

He exuded an air of handsomeness and elegance.

The man recognized Mark and greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. Evans."

Mark also stopped and appraised the man for a moment before smiling.

Korbyn arrived at that moment.

After greeting Mark, Korbyn signaled for the young man, Thomas Smith, to sit down and enjoy the meal.

Thomas' assigned seat happened to be next to Cecilia.