On that evening, Edwin had been battling a fever and considerable discomfort.

Every time he woke up, Mark was there, a steadfast presence by his side.

Tears brimmed in Edwin's eyes.

He picked up Olivia without uttering a word before carefully tucking her into Mark's quilt and removing her sandals.

Olivia remained silent, her eyes fixed on her brother.

“It's noon now. You should take your nap," Edwin remarked in a gruff tone.

Olivia was uncertain of what to say.

Edwin gently tucked her in, allowing her to take a nap alongside Mark.

Olivia pouted.

Being an obedient little girl who cherished her sleep, she soon drifted off into slumber.

Her delicate face nestled comfortably in her father's arms.

Tears formed in Edwin's eyes as he watched them.

In a soft voice, he said, "You love Olivia the most. I brought her to you."

He prayed for Mark's swift recovery.

Upon Cecilia's return, she was taken aback to find the servant responsible for taking care of the kids there.

Cecilia inquired about the situation.

The servant explained, "Edwin mentioned that Olivia was missing her father, so he requested that I bring her here. Actually, I just peeked inside and noticed Olivia sleeping beside Mr. Evans."

Cecilia was at a loss for words.

She contemplated pushing the door open, but through the glass on the door, she saw her son. Edwin was seated there, gazing at Mark, who lay on the bed.

It was evident that it was Edwin who had a strong desire to be there to visit his father.