Mark's gaze grew distant.

Olivia grasped her father's face, planting a kiss on his chin.

“Mommy back... Dad... Daddy... Daddy down..."

Mark was rendered speechless.

The white sports car pulled over in front of him.

Holding Olivia in one arm, Mark stepped forward and opened the car door.

Cecilia got out of the car and asked anxiously, "Is Edwin back home?"

Mark only nodded his response.

“Where is he?" Eager to see her son, Cecilia proceeded to the house and was about to enter the hall.

At this time, Olivia blurted out, “Eddie down. Daddy down, too.”

Cecilia shot Mark a suspicious look.

"What happened? What is Olivia talking about?"

Mark had no idea how to answer Cecilia's series of questions correctly.

After glancing at Mark one more time, Cecilia quickly marched into the hall. The first thing she saw was her son, and the poor Little thing was on his knees.

Edwin had beads of sweat all over his face, and he had begun to tremble.

To say that he looked pitiful was an understatement.

Cecilia rushed over, squatted beside him, and asked softly, “What's wrong, dear?"

Edwin was a little embarrassed and reluctant to speak.

Mark came in with Olivia in his arms. He knew exactly what had happened, but he didn't want to say it in front of Cecilia.

Zoey chimed in, "The kids were just having a little disagreement. It was nothing serious."