"Did Laura leave? Why didn't you wake me?" he asked, confused.

Lina, still frustrated with him, retorted while tidying the room, "You slept like a log. I couldn't have woken you.”

Peter, scratching his head, apologized and asked about Laura.

As Lina moved dishes to the kitchen, Peter rolled up his sleeves to help. His cheerful attitude softened her irritation.

She shot him a glance.

After a pause, she couldn't help but express her concern.

“You shouldn't have had drinks with Edwin."

Peter, not giving it much thought, replied happily, “I'm just so proud of him!

He just bought a major company. Did you see the news on TV? He looked as commanding as his father in his heyday." He playfully pinched Lina's cheek.

Lina let out a soft huff, still mulling over the situation.

Peter leaned closer, his voice gentle.

“Isn't it wonderful to see that kid doing well?"

Lina, half-jokingly and half-seriously, pinched Peter's waist.

“You act as if he's your own son."

Peter, unfazed and still smiling, responded, “What's the harm in treating Mark's child as if he were our own?"

Lina, needing a moment, prepared a cup of tea and settled on the sofa with it.

Between sips, she teased Peter, “Just be careful. He might outsmart you one day."

Peter radiated confidence.

"Sure, he's a big shot outside, but at home, he's still the boy we saw grow up. I can read him like a book."

Lina, growing tired of the topic, sipped her tea in silence, thinking to herself about the complexities of relationships.