If Mark weren't somewhat self-centered, how could he muster the courage?

After a prolonged pause, Mark uttered in a raspy voice, “Please, don't worry."

Korbyn wiped away his tears discreetly and spun around with renewed determination.

“Why should I? You two just live a fulfilling life and raise the two children. I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise. He inherits his personality from the Evans family."

Mark fell silent.

The two of them engaged in a brief discussion regarding some business affairs.

Upon Mark's descent, Rena grasped Edwin's hand, while Cecilia cradled Olivia in her embrace.

As soon as Olivia spotted Mark, she stretched out her arms.

"Daddy!"

Mark advanced and scooped up his daughter, a suitcase in his other hand.

He cast a gentle gaze at Cecilia and uttered, "You take the wheel."

Cecilia nodded in agreement.

As the family of four departed, Rena stood on the porch, her emotions a swirling mix.

That very scene had been Rena's unspoken longing for a considerable while, and it had finally materialized.

Waylen wrapped an arm around her shoulder, both of them observing their receding figures.

"Are you feeling emotional? I thought Mrs. Fowler isn't as delicate as that."

Rena shot Waylen a quick look.

She had been aware of his feigned mental issues and hadn't talked to him for days.

Waylen, she thought, could be quite insufferable at times.

He had tampered with her phone. Once she discovered his actions, he claimed to be mentally unwell and even proposed therapy together.