Cecilia's eyes welled up with emotion.

She instructed the servant to return home, and she, herself, waited on a nearby bench.

An hour had gone by.

Mark stirred, possibly due to the presence of someone nearby.

Upon awakening, he felt warmth on his face and glanced down.

Olivia was sleeping soundly.

Her small body lay atop his, her legs straddling his sides. Her face was nestled near his chin, a small trail of drool escaping her Lips.

No wonder he felt out of breath.

Mark raised his head and found Edwin.

His own little boy.

Edwin blushed and looked away shyly under Mark's gaze. He mumbled softly, "Olivia missed you."

Mark had been quite the charmer in his younger days.

He knew how to comfort both girls and children.

With a keen sense, Mark asked, "Don't you miss your dad?"

Boys often cared about their pride.

Edwin was reluctant to confess.

He scoffed, “Even if I miss someone, it would only be my great uncle."

Mark turned his head and pressed with a tender tone, "Aren't I your great uncle?"

Edwin grew even more embarrassed.

He grumbled softly, "You've been asleep for so long. Do you need to use the restroom? If you wet the bed, Mommy won't be happy. You know, people are saying you're getting old.”