Mark, holding his daughter with one arm, prepared to get some warm milk for her. However, he found only enough milk formula for one serving.

He summoned the servant.

The servant hurriedly apologized.

"Mr. Evans, I'm sorry. I had a lot to do today and forgot."

Olivia understood the situation and leaned on her father's shoulder, appearing unhappy.

Mark didn't make an issue of it with the servant.

He held Olivia with one arm, prepared a fresh bottle of warm milk with the other, and sat down on the sofa to feed her.

Olivia enjoyed drinking milk and held the bottle with both hands.

While Olivia was drinking her milk, Mark watched her tenderly.

Waylen observed them quietly, feeling somewhat unsettled.

Mark had been back for some time, taking control of the company and making bold and decisive decisions, which contrasted with the gentle and loving demeanor he displayed at home.

It was a stark difference from the Mark Waylen knew.

Waylen couldn't help but think that Mark was quite accommodating.

Mark remained composed. He behaved like the perfect ex-husband around Cecilia and Thomas, which amazed the Fowlers.

Mark finished feeding Olivia who grew drowsy after drinking her milk.

She slept on Mark's shoulder, her skin flawless and her eyelashes long.

A truly adorable sight.

Mark carefully carried her upstairs.

Waylen watched without saying anything to stop Mark. He just shook his head slightly.

On the second floor, Cecilia had already taken a shower and changed into comfortable clothing.