Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she'd be Olivia.

On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, she'd fill Edwin's shoes.

Sundays? Well, a girl needed her rest.

Glimpsing Olivia's mischievous face, Mark was clueless about the whirlwind of ideas brewing inside her head. Holding Olivia closer, he teased, "Let's head to the kitchen. Let's see what your amazing dad can whip up today. With Edwin returning, I will make sure to prepare some of his favorites."

The thought delighted Olivia.

Mark's silent gestures spoke volumes; his culinary surprises whenever Edwin visited being a testament.

Together, they ventured to the kitchen, where the household staff were well-acquainted with Olivia's preference to be in Mark's embrace.

After Mark seated Olivia, he rummaged through the fridge, selecting choice ingredients.

In a matter of minutes, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of mouthwatering dishes.

As dinner approached, Edwin and Zoey joined them.

The air was thick with a myriad of emotions.

Despite Edwin's eagerness to discuss his overseas studies, Mark's subtle gestures kept him at bay.

Mark served a portion of fish to Edwin.

"You've lost some weight since the last time you were here. Make sure to eat well while you're home." His gaze softened, "Your mom often wonders if you're eating right when you're away."

Edwin met his father's gaze as Mark gestured towards the fish, "Dig in."

Mumbling a thank you to Mark, Edwin's attention shifted to Cecilia, whose silence spoke Louder than words. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Zoey intervened, serving Cecilia some food, and playfully chided Mark, “Age seems to make you forget your wife. Focusing only on your son, are we? Remember, Edwin will forge his path, but Cecilia is forever."

Mark chuckled, conceding, “Point taken, Mom."

He then meticulously selected a fish piece for Cecilia, ensuring it was bone-free.

“You've been so quiet tonight. Don't upset Edwin on his first day back. He cares about you more than you know."