In the middle of the night, Cecilia took a deep breath and calmed the emotions brewing inside her.

“Mark, who should be blamed for this?"

“Me," Mark answered, his voice almost cracking.

Throughout Edwin's growth, he had been an absentee father. The only time he could show his son some affection was during their monthly meeting.

As such, Mark only saw Edwin a handful of times.

Mark brushed Olivia's hair with his fingers and stayed with her until she fell asleep.

Since it wasn't appropriate for him to enter Cecilia's bedroom, he let her take over Olivia once her fever had gone down before turning to Edwin's bedroom.

Right now, Edwin was at odds with his father. Mark positioned himself beside Edwin and gently stroked his head.

"I won't leave anymore," he whispered to him.

Edwin turned around.

His body felt warm under the quilt. He put his arms around Mark's neck and rested his head on his chest.

"I don't want to call someone else dad," he murmured.

He didn't care whether that person was handsome, or if he was considerate to him, his mother, and his sister. He could see that his mother was unhappy. There were times that he could even hear her cry at night.

His mind then was transported back to the wedding at Evans Gardon in Czanch.

Edwin would never forget that day.

He hated himself for being too young to do anything.

Feeling his frustration, Mark held the little boy in his arms and gently stroked his back.

“In the future, I will come here more often to see you and your sister."

Edwin didn't say anything. He just snuggled closer to Mark's arms.

He hadn't slept with Mark for a long time.