Good genes ran in both the Evans and the Fowler families, so it didn't take long for Edwin to find the right solution.

Mark's hand found its way to Edwin's head, a gentle affirmation.

A surge of joy bubbled in Edwin at the soft touch. He gestured towards the last two pages of his homework, his voice barely above a whisper, "These next ones are pretty tough."

Mark's smile was a quiet promise.

“I'm not going anywhere."

A servant was quick to bring Mark a chair and prepare tea for him.

Requesting a glass of water instead, Mark caught Edwin's fleeting glance before the boy returned to his work.

Time passed as Mark kept Edwin company.

However, Mark soon sensed that something was amiss. Edwin, usually a bright student, stumbled through the next two pages, getting nearly half of the questions wrong.

Noticing Edwin's reddening face, Mark pieced it together.

Oh, what a silly kid!

But Mark kept his realization unvoiced, choosing instead to guide Edwin through each incorrect answer, causing Edwin's eyes to twinkle with understanding.

The servant couldn't help but remark, "Edwin's a sharp one."

Mark's smile didn't waver.

"Indeed, he's quite the brain."

Caught in the praise, Edwin's face colored even more.

Just then, Cecilia made her way downstairs, Olivia cradled in her arms, in search of some milk powder.

She didn't expect to find Mark there.

Mark's visit was intended to pick up Edwin as well as have a conversation with Cecilia.

But this wasn't the right moment for a chat.