Mark had no option but to take it.

As Cecilia drew near, Mark strolled alongside her and tenderly asked, “Why didn't you invite me to join you for shopping?"

Cecilia cast a brief glance at Mark's way.

“Even my brother didn't go."

After a brief pause, she added, "You were planning to go to the office, weren't you? Besides, I prefer shopping with Rena."

Beneath the table, Mark discreetly clasped Cecilia's hand.

“You're absolutely right. Women understand each other best."

With that, Mark offered a gentle smile and whispered, “I'll go get Olivia."

Typically, Olivia didn't dine at the table. She was still quite young, and her meals were either prepared separately, or she would just have her milk.

Cecilia wanted to say something, but Mark had already ascended the stairs.

Observing his daughter's expression, Korbyn curled his lip.

"Feeling sorry for him? Well, don't thwart a man's desire to prove himself.

You shouldn't concern yourself too much. Simply follow your sister-in -law's lead and give him a hard time."

Rena served a portion of food to Korbyn.

In a hushed tone, she said, "Dad, if I've ever wronged Waylen in any way, please forgive me."

Korbyn quickly reassured her, "No. No, you've been really good to Waylen."

Witnessing that, Cecilia couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

Rena not only had a grip on Waylen, but she also managed to please Korbyn.

As Cecilia pondered, Mark descended the stairs, holding Olivia in his embrace.

Just in time for summer, Olivia wore a white dress adorned with red flowers. She appeared plump and utterly adorable.