Since Mark didn't want to force her, he had no choice but to let her go.

The two of them stayed in the bathroom for about twenty minutes.

When they went out, Edwin stared at them for a while. It was hard to tell what was going on in his mind.

Mark felt a bit awkward.

To make up for it, he cleared his throat and said, "I talked to your mother, and both you and your sister can stay here tonight."

Edwin kept his eyes on Mark, not blinking a single time.

For a second, Mark thought he wouldn't agree.

But after a while, Edwin took out a small backpack, opened it, and poured out all of its contents.

Inside were Olivia's dress and pajamas as well as her milk powder and diapers.

There was also the bedtime picture book that Olivia liked to read.

Mark couldn't believe it.

The incandescent lamp beside him cast a light that softened Edwin's features. He bit his lower lip before saying, "Olivia keeps crying and insists on coming here. I have no choice. If it weren't for her, I would have gone home to sleep tonight."

Of course, Mark could see through his flimsy excuse.

He stared at his son for a while before saying, “You're throwing your sister under the bus just because she can't speak yet, right?

At such a young age, you already say things that you don't mean.

You're just like your mother back when she was young."

Edwin scratched his head in embarrassment. True enough, he was exposed.

Slowly, his shame turned into anger.

"You took a fancy to my mom when she was still very young."

“Your mother was already 28 or 29 years old back then," Mark explained.