Mark extended his arms to take Olivia. Feeling her forehead, he found her fever had subsided.

As any loving father would, Mark cherished his little girl, showering her soft cheeks with gentle kisses. The tender scene nearly brought tears to Cecilia's eyes. She spun around, heading off to prepare some milk.

Sensing the mood, the servant discreetly exited the room.

With Olivia snug in his arms, Mark sat, only to be joined by Edwin, eager to engage with his little sister.

Cecilia soon returned, milk in hand, and passed it to Mark.

Settling on the sofa, Mark cradled Olivia as she clutched her bottle, sipping quietly. Despite still being clad in his business suit, he didn't seem out of sorts.

It was as if his knack for childcare was instinctive.

For a moment, Cecilia just watched them in silence. Then, notifying Mark of her intention, she ascended the stairs.

Mark's attention remained fixed on Olivia.

Edwin observed Mark, a thought brewing in his mind.

After a moment, he ventured, "Mom's not with Mr. Smith anymore. Dad... does that make you happy?"

Mark hesitated.

The complexities of adult relationships weren't something easily distilled into simple words.

Yet, Mark understood the crux of what Edwin sought.

Turning to him, Mark responded gently, “Your mom's having a tough time. Try to be there more for her and help look after your sister, okay?"

Edwin nestled up to Mark, pressing his lips together in thought.

The question hanging in the air was whether Edwin would like to spend a few more days with him. Though the boy yearned to stay with his father, he couldn't bear the thought of parting from his sister, his goodnight kiss to her a cherished ritual.

After wrestling with the idea, Edwin inquired, "Can I bring Olivia along?"

Mark shared the wish to have Olivia over, but her tender age made it impractical. She needed her mother's presence.

Edwin's desire to remain with his father was palpable.