The shattering sound reverberated through the room.

Cecilia, alarmed by the noise from downstairs, grew concerned and approached the door, gently asking, “Mark, what's the matter? Please talk it out calmly."

Mark's voice carried a hint of tension as he replied, “It's nothing, don't worry. Go get some rest."

On serious matters, Cecilia found herself in a complex blend of fear and obedience towards her husband.

She complied and left.

Mark's gaze shifted from the door to his son. Edwin, seemingly unruffled, was calmly tidying up the shattered pieces on the floor.

His nonchalance seemed to further aggravate his father's frustration.

Mark let out a frustrated, almost bitter laugh, demanding, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself? You're usually quite eloquent.

Cat got your tongue?"

Edwin cautiously steered away from the core issue, explaining, “Vanessa and I don't share any romantic feelings."

“Haha! Just business partners, right?"

Mark scoffed with a hint of sarcasm.

"Impressive acting skill, young man!

And what about Peter and Lina? You're not usually this attentive!

Mark's hands trembled noticeably as he lit another cigarette, the tension in the room thickening.

Edwin completed cleaning up the shards and wiped his hands with a tissue, maintaining his composure as he explained, “Uncle Peter is growing old. I simply had his well-being in mind."

Mark's eyes narrowed, a sneer crossing his face.

“That excuse might work on your mother, but it won't fool me. You're too young to think you can outsmart me, Edwin!" Mark retorted, his doubt unshaken.

He took a couple of harsh drags from his cigarette, and then finally broached the real issue, his voice low and grave.

"Alright, then, let's hear it! What's the truth about your relationship with Laura?"