Edwin, already a big boy, felt even more ill at ease. He was nearly four feet tall already, and being held by his dad made him feel rather self-conscious.

Nonetheless, Edwin loved spending time with his father and hesitated to request to be put down, so he endured the discomfort in silence.

Mark purchased the milk tea and some pastries. As they returned to the car, he glanced at Edwin through the rearview mirror and asked, “Why aren't you drinking it?"

Edwin clutched the cup of milk tea to his chest.

After a long silence, Edwin finally spoke up.

"I want to share this with mom."

Mark's eyes glistened slightly, but he quickly hid his surging emotions from his son.

The car pulled into the villa.

As Mark alighted from the vehicle, he assumed Cecilia was still upstairs, fuming with anger.

However, the moment he stepped out of the car, he was greeted by a delightful aroma.

He couldn't help but smile. It was Zoey who was preparing dinner, and the scent was familiar to him.

While he pondered that, a servant approached, bearing a dish of steamed fish, and cheerfully remarked, "Mr. Evans, you've returned.

Miss Fowler learned to cook from old Mrs. Evans today and expressed her desire to prepare a meal for you. However, Miss Fowler accidentally cut her finger, causing Mrs. Evans considerable distress."

Mark was momentarily taken aback.

Then he passed the milk tea and desserts to Edwin, saying in a gentle tone, "Go find your sister. Don't let her have the milk tea though; she's too young for that."

Edwin nodded in response.

Mark headed toward the kitchen.

The villa's kitchen was quite spacious, and all the wall lights were switched on, illuminating the area during the late hour.

Within the kitchen, Cecilia was with Zoey, engrossed in learning how to cook. Zoey's instructions were hushed, and Cecilia Listened with great attentiveness.

Mark approached and softly took hold of Cecilia's hand.