Waylen held Olivia in his arms and lightly pinched her chubby face.

He replied casually, “I knew you two would fight about the same thing again. Cecilia, you already have a son and a daughter. Broaden your perspective. Don't think about getting married. You two can Live together and separate when necessary. It's actually perfect."

Descending the staircase, Korbyn happened to hear this.

Korbyn's face darkened.

“What the hell are you teaching your sister, Waylen? Keep your misguided ideals to yourself. You don't need to spew them all over Cecilia."

Waylen didn't get angry. Instead, he chuckled.

"I think she agrees with me, though."

Korbyn couldn't believe it.

But at this time, Cecilia said gently, "I think Waylen is right, Dad."

Waylen smirked and shrugged with satisfaction.

Tears welled up in Cecilia's eyes. She said, "I care too much, and it's just hurting me."

Waylen handed over Olivia to Korbyn, stood up, and drawled, "I should go. Otherwise, your sister-in-law will think I'm attending to some monkey business. You know how suspicious she gets. Remember, Cecilia, you have to make a man pursue you. Stop making all the effort. Mark has hands and feet, and he's not too old to run. Make him."

Waylen believed this was all Mark's fault.

He didn't have Alzheimer's.

He didn't forget that he went to the hospital to visit Laura a few years ago and lost Edwin for the first time.

Despite everything, Mark still went to see Laura this time.

There were things Mark just couldn't do even if Cecilia said yes.

Besides, did he tell Edwin about that?

Waylen clearly remembered that year.

It was New Year's Eve.