Right then, Edwin appeared at the doorway, his schoolbag perched on his shoulder.

“Dad, I'm going to be late for school."

Startled back to reality, Mark and Cecilia exchanged a quick glance.

Mark stood, gently patting her shoulder.

"Rest up. I'll fetch Edwin from school later."

Cecilia remained silent.

Edwin, eyes wide in the doorway, caught their attention.

Mark walked over, playfully shielding Edwin's eyes, before lifting him into his arms.

Edwin wrapped his arms around Mark's neck, feeling a sense of security. He thought his father still held deep affection for him.

Mark sensed Edwin's relief and understanding.

Heading downstairs, Mark secured Edwin in the backseat, fastening the seat belt for him.

Edwin's cheeks turned pink.

Mark gently ruffled his son's hair, saying, “If you ever want to join your mom and me in bed, just let me know."

Edwin's response was a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

“I'm not like Olivia. I tend to wake up during the night."

Mark, initially puzzled, then chuckled, realizing Edwin's indirect way of speaking.

“You're quite the character," he said with an affectionate chuckle.

Driving towards school, Mark was in high spirits, casually chatting with Edwin about his homework.

He was amazed by Edwin's sharp intellect.

After dropping Edwin off, Mark headed to his office, swamped with work, Time flew by until it was nearly time to pick up Edwin from school.