She took a deep breath and said in a low, almost inaudible voice, "Mark, don't say such ambiguous words. What you have with other women is none of my business. That's your business and yours alone. How many times do you want me to tell you that I just want a new life?"

"I know. I won't say it again." Despite the rejection, Mark's tone remained gentle.

Cecilia, on the other hand, was already exhausted of the whole thing.

Whenever she had to deal with Mark, she felt like she was always at the brink of losing her temper. Even though he would only say a few words, that was already enough for her to get agitated.

It shouldn't be like this. At least, she and Mark shouldn't be like this now.

She pursed her lips and remained quiet. She didn't want to say anything more.

Fortunately, the traffic lights had already turned green, so she didn't have to remain frozen in embarrassment any Longer.

Meanwhile, Mark was still worried about his daughter. He didn't have the mental space right now to worry about his relationship with Cecilia.

The two of them arrived at the Fowler residence in a hurry.

In the luxurious hall, Korbyn, who was still in his pajamas, held his beloved granddaughter and gently comforted her.

Just like Mark, he was also very worried about Olivia.

Juliette, on the other hand, was holding the feeding bottle. Her arms were shaking, and the anxious look on her face was clear as day.

As soon as Mark and Cecilia had come back, Korbyn immediately gave the child to Mark. Then, he put on a stern look as he proceeded to scold both of them.

"While the two of you are out there having fun, your child has a fever at home! She's been looking for her parents!

It seems like the only one who knows how to take care of Olivia in your family is Edwin!"

Mark carefully secured Olivia in his arms as he pressed his forehead against Olivia's and kissed her, not paying any heed to what Korbyn had just said.

Korbyn then went upstairs with his wife.

Once they were gone, Mark continued to soothe Olivia with his voice.

The little girl still had a fever, and she was rubbing against her father's chest while letting out a childish groan.

Meanwhile, Edwin kept pacing back and forth, unable to stay still.