Cecilia forced a smile.

She then slowly rolled up the window and gently stepped on the accelerator. As the engine revved to life, the red sports car drove away.

The rain had already stopped.

The road ahead of her was filled with puddles of water, which reflected the city's neon lights. At night, they looked strangely beautiful.

Cecilia turned on the music, and a soothing Love song began to play.

As she drove to the Fowler's house, she couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her eyes.

Her family had not yet eaten and was waiting for her. Since the children were growing hungry, Rena had made some cookies for them.

Edwin was still sitting by the door, while Olivia bit her biscuit and ground it using her two front teeth.

When Cecilia arrived, she brought home with her a box of milk formula.

Waylen stepped forward and took the box from Cecilia's hands.

Casually, he remarked, "It's so strange. After you went out with Mark, I found three jars of milk powder in the cabinet by accident! The date is actually quite new. Ha-ha! I really think Mark is old and has a bad eyesight. Maybe that's why he didn't find them."

Rena coughed on her fist and cleared her throat.

For a moment, Cecilia was confused, but when she saw the milk powder, everything became clear to her.

She secretly gnashed her teeth and cursed in her mind.

Korbyn then came over and announced, “I'm so hungry! Let's have dinner already!"

Before Cecilia could leave, she felt her hand get yanked.

When she looked down to see who it was, she saw Edwin. The little boy looked up at his mother with pouted lips and asked awkwardly, “Where's my great-uncle?"

With a smile, Cecilia gently caressed his face and answered, "He's not feeling well and went home first."

Edwin pulled a long face and sighed.

"He said he was going to have dinner with me. He lied to me again!"