There, Juliette had already prepared Olivia's Luggage in advance. As a kid who was only two and a half years old, Olivia liked dragging her little pink suitcase wherever she went. Whenever she got tired, she would sit on it.

Juliette saw Mark and Cecilia from a distance.

Mark was dressed in a black shirt and black casual pants, with a thin coat draped over his shoulders. He had a mature yet gentle air around him.

Cecilia was also just as remarkable.

Juliette was pleased to see them. She handed Olivia back to them and gave Cecilia some tonics. Delighted, Cecilia nodded and said, “It's good for the health. Perfect for Mark.”

Juliette frowned and crossed her arms.

"That's for Zoey."

She then pretended to scold her daughter by saying, “You can't keep saying things like that! Be careful. Otherwise, Mark might get mad at you."

Cecilia was used to acting like a spoiled child with her mother. She lovingly held her arm and said, “Don't worry. He won't be mad at me."

After chatting with Juliette for a while, Mark got into the car with his hands full. One held the gifts, while the other held Olivia.

Cecilia was the one dragging their daughter's pink suitcase.

Slowly, the black Maybach drove away.

Korbyn then walked out of the house.

When he saw that the parking lot was empty, he let out a forlorn sigh.

"My dear Olivia is no longer home."

Juliette's heart melted as she placed a comforting hand on Korbyn's shoulder.

With his arms akimbo, he looked up at the sky and asked his wife, "Do remind me. Is there something special happening today?"

Juliette sank her head and thought for a while before answering, "No, I don't think so. It's no one's birthday, and there's no anniversary either."

Korbyn was quite disappointed with her answer.

After standing at the door for a long time, he finally managed to say, “It's a nice day today, though. And I think it's perfect for a family reunion. Call Waylen and ask him to bring his wife and children back for dinner. If he's busy, then he doesn't have to come.