Meanwhile, Edwin's face tightened as he forced himself to keep quiet.

After a while, Mark hung up the phone, and an eerie silence swept over them.

"Your mom is already downstairs. I'll walk you there," he said after a while.

With wide eyes, Edwin stared at Mark and asked, “Aren't you going back with us?"

Mark smiled and mussed Edwin's hair, teasing, “You silly boy."

After that, Edwin didn't ask anymore.

He quickly tidied himself up, patted his sister's back, and then carried his little backpack.

Mark was the one who held Olivia up.

As they alighted the elevator, Edwin asked out of the blue, “When will you pick us up again?"

The question caught Mark by surprise.

“If you miss me, just call me and I'll come pick you up," he answered softly.

Edwin crossed his arms and said nothing.

After a while, the elevator arrived at the first floor.

At night, a chilly wind swept across the city. It made Mark, who was only wearing a shirt, feel cold.

A black Limousine stopped in front of the building.

Then, the car door was opened, and Cecilia came out, with Thomas just behind her.

He was a young and handsome man and behaved considerately around Cecilia. From the looks of it, he had a very composed demeanor.

As Edwin got into the back seat, he didn't say a single word.

He simply turned to the window and silently gazed at Mark through the tinted glass.

Looking at the couple in front of him, Mark smiled and handed Olivia to Cecilia. In a low voice, he said, "She has just drunk milk. She should sleep soon. Don't let her catch a cold, okay?"