Mark was left speechless.

He almost felt like tossing Edwin out for his cheekiness.

Mark glanced down at Olivia, noticing that she had shifted her position.

She lay horizontally across Mark's stomach.

Her head and feet nestled into the sheets.

Her adorable floral dress fluttered as she snored softly.

Mark quipped, "You tucked her into my blanket. How am I supposed to get to the bathroom?"

Edwin blushed.

He was torn between not wanting to disturb his peacefully sleeping sister and helping Mark.

Mark did look visibly better.

He raised himself slightly and carefully placed Olivia's head on the pillow.

Mark had truly missed Olivia.

He grabbed a coat and gently covered her belly with it.

Mark carefully removed the IV and tried to stand up, but he immediately felt a wave of dizziness.

Edwin rushed to Mark's side and offered support.

With a smirk, Edwin couldn't resist a playful jab.

"I always knew you were getting old.”

Mark glanced down at Edwin, thinking that perhaps Edwin had spent too much time with Waylen and Korbyn. Edwin now also had quite a sharp tongue!

Mark wasn't one to be outwitted by his son.

He smirked and replied, “As long as your mom doesn't hate me."