It was snowing.

Edwin had been sitting on the porch.

Watching the snow fall outside, Edwin had waited patiently for Mark.

Edwin just wanted to hear Mark call him a silly boy again.

Edwin was only eight years old, but Mark had already put the poor little boy through enough heartbreak to last a lifetime.

Mark wasn't a good father, and he had to make it up to not only just Cecilia but also Edwin.

Waylen had said enough.

He came here without telling Rena so he had to leave now.

After Waylen left, Korbyn looked at his beloved daughter.

Korbyn cleared his throat and started, "It seems that... It seems that your brother is right."

Cecilia nodded in response.

She and Mark got back together too soon, and the feeling of falling in love all over again was so sweet that they forgot about Edwin.

Now she felt even more upset than ever.

Cecilia wanted to think for herself.

On Sunday, she spent the whole day with the kids. The following week, Mark came to see them every other day. But he didn't talk much with Cecilia, which only widened the rift between them even more.

It was the weekend again. Mark drove to the Fowlers’ house.

The moment Olivia saw him, she ran to him.

Edwin was sitting at the door and doing his homework.

Mark entered the house with Olivia in his arms, sat beside Edwin, and asked softly, "Where's your mom?"

Edwin didn't respond.