Zoey cradled Olivia in her arms, showering her with kisses repeatedly.

Edwin, standing nearby, didn't harbor any jealousy. He patiently waited for his turn.

Certainly, Zoey wouldn't turn a cold shoulder to him.

Following the affectionate embrace with her grandson, Zoey's gaze drifted toward Cecilia in the night breeze. Cecilia remained elegant and beautiful.

Zoey's nose twitched.

She clutched Cecilia's hand, her voice choked with emotion.

“It's good to have you back. It's truly wonderful."

What Zoey uttered held significance to Cecilia.

It wasn't only to her but also to Mark.

At her age, Zoey had grieved the loss of her beloved daughter in her early years, and her son's life had been shrouded in uncertainty following that. How could Zoey not be plagued by fear and sorrow?

It wasn't due to Zoey's fear of growing old and vulnerable, but rather her apprehension of not finding peace in her later years.

Despite her attempts to maintain composure, Zoey struggled to hold back her tears.

She took a step to the side and discreetly wiped them away.

Mark's eyes held a profound and mournful gaze.

Cecilia's eyes welled up as well. She regarded Zoey as her own mother and playfully said, "I'm famished. Do you happen to have any home-made wontons? I want chopped coriander in it."

Zoey dabbed away her tears and smiled warmly.

"Of course. I'm aware of your fondness for it. I've also fried some mini meatballs you like, but be careful not to get scalded again, or someone will worry over you."

Cecilia offered a shy smile.

The conversation served to alleviate Cecilia's melancholy, evoking memories of the past.

Both the pleasant and challenging moments triggered a mix of emotions inside her.