Edwin clearly grasped her subtle suggestion.

Cecilia, unaware of the situation, also joined in with a few words of reproach.

Only Mark observed his son with a profound and thoughtful gaze.

After a brief pause, Mark rose to accompany Peter and his wife outside. He exchanged a few words with them before returning. He then gestured toward Edwin.

“Come with me upstairs."

With his hands in his pockets, Edwin followed his father upstairs.

Witnessing her husband's stern expression, Cecilia couldn't resist remarking, “Don't be too harsh!"

Mark paid no heed to her words. It was unusual for him not to Listen to her.

He slowly ascended the stairs. Edwin trailed behind, but he felt his sleeve being gently tugged.

In hushed tones, Cecilia murmured, "Your father appears quite upset.

It might be wise not to confront him directly."

Edwin offered a comforting pat on his mother's hand before proceeding upstairs.

Upstairs in the second-floor study, Mark was seated on the sofa, his expression bearing a solemn weight.

Edwin entered the room silently, brewing a cup of tea, and then approached his father, offering a gentle remedy.

“Dad, perhaps this will help sober you up."

Mark chuckled lightly, remarking, "I haven't drunk that much."

He ignited a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Let's talk about you. Lina seemed rather peculiar in her behavior toward you today," he observed.

“Did you perhaps unintentionally offend her? And why did you choose to offer Peter and Lina a ride rather than your girlfriend?" he inquired.

While he spoke, Mark couldn't contain his frustration and forcefully knocked over the ashtray nearby.