With her fingers quivering, Cecilia reached for the phone and dialed Mark.

Her voice betrayed her fear.

"Mark, we can't find Edwin."

In the hospital, an icy jolt shot through Mark's heart.

His son was missing?

Phone in hand, Mark exited the ward. Despite the chaos brewing inside, he took on the role of the rock for Cecilia.

"Stay calm. Have you looked through the villa's security footage?"

Through her tears, Cecilia replied, "I'm on it. He dashed out on his own."

The screen showed Edwin, stepping through the black, intricately carved door.

He rounded a corner and then, just like that, vanished.

A heavy dread settled in Mark's chest.

Battling his inner turmoil, he instructed, "Get my mother to watch over Olivia. I'm heading to the police station. If you can get there before me, please do. We need to review the nearby surveillance."

In this moment, Mark stood as the pillar of strength.

And Cecilia, she would heed his guidance.

So, both of them set off in the direction of the police station, making a call to Waylen en route to pull every string they could.

Upon his departure, Mark ran into Peter.

Learning of Edwin's disappearance, Peter didn't hesitate to tag along.

Once in the car, Mark phoned Cecilia.

"Remember the last time Edwin bolted? He headed to that apartment. Check there first. We'll touch base soon."

Cecilia agreed, her voice steady yet fraught with concern.