Edwin's jaw clenched.

Edwin remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the issue.

Mark, overwhelmed by anger and a need to release his frustration, found himself without an outlet for his emotions. He pointed accusingly at his son, unable to find words in his overwhelming fury.

Edwin, still silent, offered a cup of tea.

Although Mark felt an intense urge to lash out, he managed to control himself, deciding against any dramatic actions that might alarm Cecilia.

In a subdued tone, Mark pressed further, his voice tinged with insistence, “Tell me what happened."

Edwin gazed downward.

After a moment of silence, Edwin spoke in a hushed tone.

"It was what it was, but we've gone our separate ways now."

Mark remained silent.

He smoked in contemplation until the cigarette was nearly extinguished, and then forcefully crushed it out. Pointing at his son, he struggled to contain himself before finally uttering, “You scoundrel!"

Being a perceptive man, he didn't require all the particulars to discern the essence of the situation.

In a solemn tone, Edwin offered simple but heartfelt words.

"I'm sorry."

Mark didn't respond. Instead, he stood up and walked out, pausing at the door, his unfinished sentence hanging in the air.

"You... are not allowed to leave the house!"

Cecilia hurriedly approached once more, concern etched across her face.

Mark made his way down the stairs, donning his coat and signaling his intention to go out. He decided to go for a drive.

Cecilia, clearly concerned, said, “Wouldn't it be better to have Chris drive you?"

Considering the uncomfortable situation with his son, Mark preferred not to let others know and insisted on driving himself.