An hour later, the family's black Land Rover pulled up at the Fowlers' residence.

Korbyn, Cecilia's father, with a somber expression, swiftly opened the car door and gently lifted Olivia into his arms, checking her over with a grandfather's concern.

Korbyn, with a worried look, carefully inspected Olivia.

Satisfied that she was unharmed, his expression hardened as he lectured, “You're both too focused on yourselves, neglecting the child. If you're longing for romance on your birthday, go book a hotel, or even travel abroad. Just don't ignore your responsibilities as parents though. If you want some time alone, we're more than happy to help take care of them.”

Mark, exiting the car, presented a polished, elegant demeanor.

With a note of humility, he acknowledged, "You're completely right, I've been careless."

Attempting to ease the tension, Mark offered a cigarette to Korbyn, who responded with a glare, holding Olivia, “How can I smoke while holding her?"

Realizing his misstep, Mark's smile wavered.

Korbyn, muttering under his breath, chided, "No sense of appropriateness. Don't worry, my dear; even if your father neglects you, Grandpa's here. I love you."

He then walked away with Olivia.

Cecilia, followed by Edwin, alighted from the vehicle, laughing.

"I guess I'm sidelined now, and so are you. Dad's heart belongs only to the kids."

Mark responded with a light smile, unfazed.

He understood that Korbyn's invitation meant acceptance into the family, despite any surface tensions.

Lost in thought, Mark barely registered Edwin's comment.

“Dad, Grandpa seems to not really like you."

Before Mark could reply, Edwin darted off.

Holding hands with each other, the couple trailed behind.

Sensing her slight discomfort, Mark quipped playfully about their hand-holding, to which Cecilia didn't respond, merely letting her delicate fingers rest in his dry palm.

In the hall, Korbyn cradled Olivia, showcasing a large jewelry box filled with enormous, colorful diamonds, which Olivia toyed with Like marbles.