Mark continued coaxing Olivia.

He looked up at Cecilia and said softly, “Go and change your dress first. You can coax her to sleep later."

Cecilia placed her hand on Olivia's forehead.

Thankfully, Olivia's fever wasn't as bad as she had initially thought.

Cecilia went upstairs to change her clothes, while Mark held Olivia in his arms under the crystal chandelier.

Slowly, Olivia's eyes started to open.

She immediately recognized her father and let out a melodious cackle.

Seeing the look on her face, Mark couldn't help but kiss her, which made Edwin sour a little.

Mark sat down on the sofa and motioned for Edwin to sit next to him, to which the young boy reluctantly complied.

“You have to go to school tomorrow. Why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked in a low voice.

Edwin rested his chin on his hand and replied, "Tomorrow is Sunday."

Mark wanted to tell Edwin that he should still go to bed early even though tomorrow was Sunday. But at the same time, he hadn't seen Edwin for two days, which was why Mark didn't insist on making him sleep. Instead, he let him stay with him for a little while longer.

Handing the bottle to Edwin, Mark instructed, "Make some milk for your sister again. Use two spoons of milk formula and 60 milliliters of water."

Edwin took it and quickly did as he was told.

But before he could enter the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Mark.

In the middle of the night, the lights were on, casting a faint light on Mark's black and white suit. He was just as handsome as Edwin remembered him. As he watched Mark coax Olivia, Edwin couldn't shake off the fear that Mark would leave again anytime soon.

The thought made Edwin's brows furrow.

After a long pause, he finally asked, “You're not leaving, right?"

In an instant, Mark looked up.

Taken aback by his son's question, he looked at Edwin and felt conflicted.